Ode to Squash

Squash blossom beauty
The ripeness of summer, alive,
in the tender twist and swell of fleshy gourd.
Between the parting fronds,
Casting shadow, guarding secrets of the ants,
And the treasure of moisture below the surface,
You reveal your golden form, pregnant
With possibility, Of seed, of nourishment, offering of fruit.
Fiercely meandering whichever way you please,
Forgetting to share with the capsicum and phaseolus,
You overtake the garden path,
and insist with your grandeur
“This is place is mine.”
Though none can fault your beauty, or your generosity
Blossom, fruit and seed- to fill the belly, hungry with desire For sun and soil, turned to sweetness.