Garden Dreams
I have dirt under my fingernails.
The same clay from which I am formed.
The earth is warm, soft under my hands.
I fashion the image of a garden
in my mind.
I mix humus, compost, manure
to enrich the topsoil
fertilize the ground I am to plant.
Grab a hoe, tiller,
rake ready for spring sowing.
I have packets of seeds in my pockets.
I have vegetables, flowers, herbs
running riot in my imagination.
I plant dreams, I nurture visions
of a full fall harvest.
c.Darlene Moore Berg
2 comments:
Welcome home! And happy gardening. Your house and yard look fabulous.
Thanks, Violet. I've ordered a whole bunch of plants and seeds and will probably run out of time to get everything planted.
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