Cultivate Me. Poem by Fay Slimm

When the moon is bright, the time is right, for the sowing of the seed warmth and tenderness are needed, its generally agreed protection from harm and the elements, is a necessity only then will we reap the love we gave, that blooms eternally

The garden of love, cultivate then stand back and watch what happens, great write as always Fay, 10 Lynda xx

Fay, a faultless piece of poetry. Love the use of the shorter lines. There is much to admire in the way you have used personification. A favourite read for me. Ian

Wonderful piece Fay as always from you an excellent read...Fi 10+++

A loving plea to come to your garden Fay... Andy 10

Inspiring piece enjoyed - 10

I am your garden, Cultivate me. This is the bud that blooms into a flower with its fragrance and hue in the rest of the poem. Poetry par excellence.10++++++++ CP

a wonderful poem...love and romance filled garden...great read

A wounderful write Fay! ++10! Hugs CC

excellent warm poem..the most beautiful garden which nurtured by cariing and love, ..sweetly said poem So cultivate boundaries Smoothe indeed, ......... And waiting for seed Will be soil, that ploughed, Will fruit and flower again. .............................. You will certainly be amazed. Spoilage will never becloud Our horizon................. Nectar you'll sip.......... daily.