September Song
Late in the growing season the pumpkin
vine erupts in a surge of creativity,
a sinuous surf of broad leaves that billows
over the garden fence, cresting over margins
we had thought to delineate. The vine trumpets
brash yellow blossoms, a silken-fleshed
abundance with so little time, so little time,
and yet still September sun suffuses the upturned
green hearts of vegetation and the vine responds,
glass-blowing bulbs of potential fruit
as if urgency itself could suffice.
Christine Gelineau’s latest book is the memoir-meditation Almanac: A Murmuration (2025, Excelsior Editions / SUNY Press). Read more.
Excerpted from ALMANAC: A MURMURATION (Excelsior Editions, 2025), where it appears unlineated as prose poetry.