Brandywine Love

This poem is about my Brandywine tomato plant. My favorite plant in the garden right now. (don't tell the others lol) Each morning, I find myself wandering over to check on it before I've even had coffee. There's something grounding about the ritual: watching the leaves stretch toward the sun, seeing new blossoms form, and noticing the fruit slowly ripen to the softest shade of pink. I've come to love the quiet moments we share, just me and this beautiful little plant. It's silly, but it feels like we're old friends. 

You're just a tomato plant,

but I swear

those leaves wave at me

like we've known each other

for years.

Your fruit hangs low,

pink as shy roses,

like you're blushing

from the sun's

attention.

I check on you

more than my emails.

You're the best thing

I've grown

all year.

E. C. Mira