Friday, January 13, 2012
The Garden Comments
Rating: ★3.0
Weary and downcast, carrying the many heavy cares of the day I enter the garden.
Picking up the patient rake, with steady rhythm I gather the last of withered autumn into damp brown pools.
Green grass glistens and parts.
There is life’s new shoots poking through beneath the pear tree.
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8/1/2025 3:42:55 AM # 1.0.0
This is exactly how I feel. Just the simple act of putting grains in the feeder and watching the birds come, while sitting on the swing can be so relaxing and peaceful. Very nice poem.