Sunday, February 1, 2009

Garden Bloggers' Muse Day - poem

The garden blogosphere

We stare into our fires and plan our seeds,
and feast in heated rooms against the cold;
our gardens sleep while others' blaze with green:
a Mexican wave of flowering laps the Earth.

Young human generations unfurl now,
but garden time runs true, life's orrery:
ephemera preserved for them in blogs,
while your reflected sunshine joins our fires.


  1. Thank you Emily for joining Garden Bloggers' Muse Day with a beautiful poem. I often think about how 'our gardens sleep while others' blaze with green ' and dream of Spring in this long cold Chicago winter.

  2. :) I'm so pleased you liked it.

  3. Ooh, ooh, I think this might be about MY garden! I love it! What about these two lines squeezed in somewhere:

    "we relax while in the colonial sun
    a rock is dropped and voice says' 'bum'.

    Just joking.
    And it doesn't rhyme anyway.

  4. This must be an original poem - beautiful. Thank you for sharing it. :-)


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