Gardening Poem by Sandra Feldman

A deeply dark and intensely thought out work, it begins with a sweet line, then closes in a downwind and reflective piece about mortality. I've done a little gardening myself, I try to ensure nothing dies, at least until winter. Its short but it can be interpreted in so many ways, are you saying love is something you cant hold onto long that the garden i.e. flowers in abundance of love and people out of reach of the individual ensure that we parish in isolation. I can be wrong here, but that's the way I am seeing it, other then that this is a deeply thoughtful work, meant to be read multiple times. Nicely done