Patch (A poem)

This is a short poem I wrote for Ingrid about our little herb garden. I am reproducing it here in celebration of work that is shortly going to start on our new garden!

Patch

What should we do with our thyme
And our sage
And our mint for that matter?
(Vietnamese or otherwise)
What is to become of our Basil
Our dill and bay
Our parsley
And other such things that grow?

What then of tarragon
And marjoram
Of all the things we might blend
And make anew
And then wait
For the change of seasons
For bluer skies
And more thyme