For the winter, I'm turning my Clinton Community Garden plot into a "magnetic poetry" board, with a new poem segment each week. Have one you'd like to see? Email soiledpoetry at gmail.com
(You can click on the photos for a better view.)
Winter coming. Like the last heroic soldier Of a defeated army, you'll stay at your post, Head bared to the first snow flake. Till a neighbor comes to yell at you, --Charles Simic