Wednesday, May 11, 2016

The Garden

and in the morning 
she goes in the backyard, her hands in worn
leather garden gloves clutching pruning shears
and a Japanese weeding knife.
before her time in the garden is up,
before the call to work drowns out the 
songs of the vinca, roses and crab apple tree,
a bin has been filled with pulled weeds, 
she has buried her 
nose in newly bloomed lilacs and gazed
at the beauty of multi-colored tulips,
the birdbath is filled with clear water.
there is more harmony of color and light
in the garden, and more calm in her heart.

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