you open your gate
and I enter—
greeted by the
same little smile
that greets me when ever
I come here.
we amble along the path
up and down,
in and out through
your garden.
As we walk, we grow
becoming
one in heart and one in mind
as our walk lengthens
towards our shared goal
deeper in your garden
Our perambulation
become more strenuous
as deeper we go
up and down,
in and out through
your garden.
We carry on
in our converse
sharing
intimate knowledge
of ourselves
in the deepest
recess of
your garden
There we reach
a consciousness
and understanding
by many sought
and few found
in the garden
Knowledge shared is knowledge spread and enjoyed, if my experience of gardeners and gardening is correct! I have always noticed how animated gardeners get when they find someone who takes the same keen interest in their own favourite source of pleasure in their herbacious borders! Like the cross-fertilisation here. Neat write! TY Kate xx
You're still at it, ain't you, melting my monitor! Complex poem that weaves a thousand different things each time you read it--fantastic! :) Think I'll go back down the garden path again and again--you betcha I'm saving this one. :) Thanks!
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You're still at it, ain't you, melting my monitor! Complex poem that weaves a thousand different things each time you read it--fantastic! :) Think I'll go back down the garden path again and again--you betcha I'm saving this one. :) Thanks!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Love Tinka