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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.
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.
ReplyDelete:) I'm so pleased you liked it.
ReplyDeleteOoh, ooh, I think this might be about MY garden! I love it! What about these two lines squeezed in somewhere:
ReplyDelete"we relax while in the colonial sun
a rock is dropped and voice says' 'bum'.
Just joking.
And it doesn't rhyme anyway.
This must be an original poem - beautiful. Thank you for sharing it. :-)
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