Upon entering the room I froze
He stood staring outside, oblivious to me
His once strong hands, soft upon the sill
Lost in a solemn peaceful trance
How wonderfully starkly sad
Seeing him on his feet once again
His pajamas baggy, his shoulders stooped
slippers now for shoes
Spring had mercifully arrived once again
His awakening garden children waited for him
Yet the well worn trowel rested upon the shelf
How he longed to feel the soil turn
Once more the spring sparrows came
Setting up shop in the tiny birdhouse
As the last ice in the fountain melted
And the Lily of the Valley rejoiced
His mind never ceased to marvel at this
Even more as the curtain lowered
His unblinking eyes in quiet wonder celebrated
He was for a moment released I think
No corner of his green world was neglected
He found home for orphaned wayward flowers
While collecting eye catching stones from anywhere
Huron, Superior or an abandoned city lot
His garden children all came with a story
A rosebush gift from a grateful patron
A flower from an Alpine mountain trail
Smuggled through customs with extra care
Yes, I take more time now in caring for my garden
Lost in a blooming, buzzing tangle of Ivy heaven
With his trowel's worn handle I turn the soil
Mindful of the fragile buds.
Spring sparrows come to shop beauty here with amazing imagery. Wise and interesting poem of love shared in nice mind...10
Beautiful and very touching poem. I like very much the photo as well. My wishes for strength
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Even more as the curtain lowered', love that line, love the poem, love stories that come with plants, so much more exciting than just buying them! !