DA
Damyata
~
thank heaven
for
the sky
thank goodness
for the green
that is
the garden
give thanks –
I
give thanks –
for the happy buzz
of flies
of bees
the sticky webs
of spiders
who wait
so quietly
in foliage
waiting
for their time
a white butterfly
is visiting
by flits
among the vegetables
already left
too long
celery flowers
carrots
gone to seed
it is
a little bit
unruly
there are alliums
sprawling
everywhere
I keep meaning
to attend it
create
some order
but . . .
I get distracted
by a hover fly
I am taken
by
the eyes
and wings upon
a honey bee
I try to be
a gardener
but my efforts
fly
unfurled
like the come
and go
of zucchini flower
vivid
and gone
within a day
the golden
husks
of artichoke
that serves
as anchors
now
for a weaver
who catches
bees
each day
wrapped
in silk
they are gone
before tomorrow
comes
and I dance
around
each day
I am not
a gardener
at all
no no
I merely
admire
enjoy
soak it all
inside myself
it has become
a kind
of play
~
A lovely poem Frank
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THank you, Sadje.
Poor garden is sadly neglected, but giving me much pleasure, at the moment.
Clean up is next!
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You’re welcome!
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Your poems give me a sense of peace Frank
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LOvely. I’m glad, Claire.
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