The ethereal, shy, blushing blossom of my Angel Wing Begonia. One of the most elusive, beautiful flowers that I grow.
Garden Lament
By Marion
I struggle to protect Mother Nature
and embrace her with my human arms...
I listen intently for soft night murmurs and
plant a secret garden sanctuary.
I build a sacred earthen path---
lined with mute stone deities,
surrounded by giant Sunflowers
leading to a stone yin-yang circle.
(My cat lies beneath the earth here---dead and rotted.)
Shine, my magical green Willow trees, dance
with the wild morning breeze---
Open my ears and eyes to the mystery of the wind.
Come, brown fertile ground,
explode the dead russet bulbs,
burst the juicy red strawberries
and the sun-warmed purple blueberries.
Sprout yellow, pink and red roses through the silent soil---
A live yard song is humming
an ageless, ancient tune---
The long, mossy shade rustles
with bird life and birdsong as I
relax here quietly in my own sweet,
untainted Eden
between Winter frost,
hot Summer rain,
death and rebirth.
Be at peace, it whispers to me.
Never leave---
Root---
Bloom---
Thrive---
---die and be reborn.
This began as a magnetic refrigerator poetry poem and grew from there... I keep changing it. Tee-Hee. Writer's perogative. My Hummingbirds came back around mid-March and now they're eating me out of house and home, about 5 pounds of sugar a week for my 5 feeders. But I do so love them, little winged jewels of color, they are. xoxo
