Monday, July 02, 2012

the potted garden



in the early mornings, in the potted garden
 with tea under a crisp cerulean sky,
there are no disagreements, no sides taken,
 no poverty, no lack of soul.

there are wrens singing the live-long day,
 orioles ushering babies from limb to limb,
robins stealing raspberries off the vine.

and the monarch,
 imbibing and dancing on clover
for 12 undistracted minutes.

let the ugly world spin on its own
 in a parallel universe.

let this world,
 this world of color and song and peace,
be what fills me and calls my regard.

4 comments:

  1. yes. exactly this, every morning, even if only for 12 minutes.
    this is why i have a garden.

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  2. i have no garden, but this is why i leave my door open and let the birdsong in, let the butterflies think about flying in, inhale the scent of honeysuckle. no sides taken. perfect.

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  3. Anonymous7/08/2012

    Exquisite picture and verse. Kudos.

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