Living with Omnibenevolence Each one of us is furnished with an expiration date, And no one living has the power to elude his fate. There comes a time when every living creature has to die, But some will rest beneath the earth, and others in the sky. The latter seems more glorious, but who are we to judge Decisions made by deities that love us overmuch? While angels gather round the throne of He who rightly made us, Our own devotional observances are on hiatus. The workings of the universe continue to distract us Because acceptance of what is is not our normal practice. Botanical Latin When I make up my mind to study nature, I’m not the dullest student in the class. My specialty’s botanic nomenclature, And not too many gardeners can surpass Me when it comes to citing proper names Of plants. We have Picea, Acer, Quercus, And Pinus, quite enough to kindle flames In any hearth and counter chills that irk us. But when it comes to prepossessing flowers, Boltonia, Chrysanthemum, and Aster Inhabit our reflective autumn hours. The lack of these would spell complete disaster For any florist worthy of her salt. In summer, Echinacea rules the roost, Along with Rosa, whom we all exalt, As Vitis and Fragaria are juiced. And when we look to useful fragrant herbs, Ocimum, Thymus, and Origanum Perform as active culinary verbs That liven up our meals till Kingdom come. But let us not forget the many grasses Aside from those that constitute a lawn: Miscanthus and Phalaris are the lasses That beautify a cold November dawn. C.B. Anderson was the longtime gardener for the PBS television series, The Victory Garden. Hundreds of his poems have appeared in scores of print and electronic journals out of North America, Great Britain, Ireland, Austria, Australia and India. His collection, Mortal Soup and the Blue Yonder was published in 2013 by White Violet Press.