One of my favorite poems I have written (and I have written more than a thousand). For some reason, it never got posted to my blog. Even if you’re not a gardener, you’ll like this one because it is about you, not the garden. Enjoy the poem!
A garden gate is not meant to keep out
but to invite in.
Come in to dwell
to stroll among the growing green,
to bloom with the daisies
and nourish your soul with playful peas,
rugged kale and
lanky beans that climb the fence to get the best view.
Come in through the garden gate
to a place of quiet.
Hear only the giggle of baby carrots
and the groan of lazy squash
and the steady hum of honey bees courting the lavender.
Listen to the quiet
and you will hear your dreams
in the sway of the maple branches
as the dappled sunshine trips down through the waving leaves
and brushes across your eye lids.
Follow the honeysuckle vines
in through the garden gate.
Everyday is a new garden.
As the tulips wane,
the irises awaken.
The radish turns to wood
as the zucchini knits a blanket of vines in wait for her babes.
Hyacinth gives way to Hostas
spreading their wide leaves across the bed for a picnic.
And, every day you bring a different self to the garden
growing and changing through the seasons.
What does this day hold for you?
What knowledge and love will sprout?
and what old worries and grudges will wither?
Which of your dreams will you tend?
what delicacies will you harvest?
and what weeds will you pull?
Who will you be when you walk through that garden gate?