Ice recoils tonight from marshes

bangs the set-out trash below my rental

cold and round already melting at my feet

hail breaks every pane I cover

with tape and cardboard

full sky turning blue over the rooftops

wet my cheek through broken glass

down in the garden pumpkins

lump their own hallucinations

sow thistle chickweed clover

broadleaf plantain

red-root amaranth

what was planted dies

any work of hands

only weeds keep growing

with moist matted prosperity

even the hour we abandon the garden

then the long winter