URBAN SOLACE IX
Garden Night
—Mitz Sackman, Murphys
She looks out the kitchen window
Her small garden a picture of stillness
In the fading light
She has worked hard this summer
Planting and harvesting
Been abundantly rewarded by fresh food and herbs
She reflects on the turning of the year
Solstice but a distant memory
The cross quarter day approaches
Her garden dance of thankfulness is due
She prepares carefully washing with herbs
Donning her cloak, she steps out in the moonlight
Slowly dropping the cloak, she circles the garden sky-clad
She thanks the earth for its fruits
For her life and dreams
Garden Night
—Mitz Sackman, Murphys
She looks out the kitchen window
Her small garden a picture of stillness
In the fading light
She has worked hard this summer
Planting and harvesting
Been abundantly rewarded by fresh food and herbs
She reflects on the turning of the year
Solstice but a distant memory
The cross quarter day approaches
Her garden dance of thankfulness is due
She prepares carefully washing with herbs
Donning her cloak, she steps out in the moonlight
Slowly dropping the cloak, she circles the garden sky-clad
She thanks the earth for its fruits
For her life and dreams
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Poem found at Medusa's place
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3 comments:
it is all a balancing act of heart.
our labors, untold risks.
i tired to write about this last night..the dualities. how birth and death cannot be separated.even in the garden.
it's all there. recognizing our losses... is a strengthening mysterious beauty that allows us to embrace more firmly the miracle of life.
Hi,
Thanks for your comment. I'm a bit late responding. What a beautiful poem. Well chosen. I also love the picture you decided to post to go with it. Thanks for sharing.
Anne-Marie
Nice combination of photo and poem. The photo has an intriguing sense of mystery.
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