There's no excuse for how, lately,
I've neglected the garden; but
it takes care of itself fairly well
While I've been gone, tiny new sprigs of fern
have planted themselves assertively
in spots of their own choosing
Purple periwinkle blooming says he
thinks he'll visit awhile; irises, and
especially the aloe have multiplied
Pathos leaves, still climbing
Callistemon tree, have grown
tremendously as has the agave.
Clearly, I am merely
the humble audience.
Even the tiny red roses
seem motivated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a lovely garden it must be. This is a beautiful poem to read. Thanks Kay.