Pruning - by
I dock the dead, the damaged and diseased;
/ the gnarled and dry come tumbling from the heights
/ until I stand knee-deep…
gardening
Ferns like poems - by
They rise
/ out of the earth like innocent serpents set to strike.
/ Their folded, poisoned heads assume
/ an attitude of piety; humility…
The Mower - by
When I was young and miserable,
/ a misfit and a rebel,
/ almost never out of trouble,
/ desperate to escape school,
/ time dawdled.
/ …
Slugs - by
Div slugs ken thay ar universally reviled?
/ div thair mithers warn thaim,
/ kep awa frae the beer
/ an that it’s nae trui fit…
Gift - by
A day so happy.
/ Fog lifted early, I worked in the garden.
/ Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
/ There was no thing on…
Another Spring - by
If I might see another Spring,
/ I’d not plant summer flowers and wait:
/ I’d have my…
Carpe Diem - by
From my study window
/ I see you
/ below in the garden, a hand
/ …
Garden of Love - by
I like gardening. Since I am God
/ I can decide – inside these fences –
/ who lives, who dies, whose will is…
from The Deer Path To My Door - by
here doing what I do best
/ weeding reading drinking
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/ tax bills deadlines work undone
/ I plan a seat round the sycamore
/
/ *
/
/ time spent…