Have yourself a merry little Christmas, make the Yuletide gay.
~Ralph Blane~

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Gardenspeak

Old Dog

Feeling the sun on my back
I took a picture of my old dog.
She must know how this warmth,
reaching down to your bones,
makes you feel yellow
like daisies,
makes you feel green
like the hills.

>>>^<<<

Showoff

Something has happened in a corner of my garden.
The azalea has acquired an attitude
and there's nothing I can do about it,
but watch.

>>>^<<<

Adornment

The lady is wearing sweet alyssum in her hair
Should I tell her that, later on,
with blossoms, come bees.

>>>^<<<

3 comments:

  1. when your garden speaks, I listen!

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  2. Your poems? How lovely.

    If not . . . still lovely.

    " warmth . . . makes you feel yellow like daisies .. ."

    Also - the resignation in having to just stand by as the azalea struts her stuff! :0D

    Wonderful. The words. The picutres.

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  3. Thanks Cathy,
    Yes, the poems are mine.

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