Within My Garden's Plot..... Poem by David Levitas

Within my garden's plot I've watched the bud
Begin to break; the growth of many springs;
The blades of summer culled in to green rings
To deck the May still sweet with seasons cud.
I've heard the call; the prattled song that leap
From roof to tree; the broom I've seen which sweeps
The sod, so pale, aglow like fleece, that reaps
The sun bright rays and into joy does creep.
I've felt the touch of healing rain that fall
To wash the dust from out the earth, like flesh in grief
That seeks its comfort from its kind that's all.
And yet, when all I've seen and heard and felt,
I've known nothing what my garden spelt.