Friday, February 3, 2006

Garden Still Life

Garden Still Life

I have to get back to the garden
where there is still life -

where, despite being twisted
and misshapen by the weather
the rosemary thrives

where the sparse rose bush
has grown leggy and wooden
but holds shy leaves

and where the crocus
quietly voices a promise
and struggles skyward.

1 comment:

  1. Your poems of the coming changes are always so beautiful, Erin. *hug* How are you sweetie?