As winter releases it's icy grip, and sun's kiss warms the ground,
my hands plunge into rich, dark earth, to spread the seeds around.
I tuck the germinated seeds inside their earthly beds,
and patiently I wait to see them to rear their lovely heads.
Newborn leaves of velvet green, soak up the sun's bright rays,
reaching for the bright, blue sky to greet the golden blaze.
The longing in my troubled soul is gentled and renewed,
as each new bud and flowering shoot, a miracle, protrudes.
When at last a bloom appears, the magic can be heard,
in every bee who buzzes by, and hum of hummingbirds.
My nurturing and loving care creates this wondrous place.
Bee Balm, and chrysanthemum and the pretty pansy face.
Waiting for the winter's chill, my patience at an end.
I cannot wait to feel rich earth between my hands again.
My yard is pure serenity, from heaven up above,
and all I do is help a bit by showering it with love.
My dark mind thought this was going to be about weeds, instead a garden full of heavenly seeds! My green heaven comes in a pipe a little pinch and then a light great poet, you got your poem goin on!
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Wow, I really have to go out and spend some quality time with my garden after reading that, it was beautiful :) My pansy's have had a hard spring, every time they bloomed and looked nice, the deer thought of them as pansy salad, and all the flowers disappeared. At least the deer got to enjoy them.