fire in winter

Isn't this a haiku in waiting?

 

 

First let me say that I am sorry that the wench was gone last season

 

...my inner gardener was on life support

 

too many family issues for a whimsical heart

 

too many

 

But I discovered that when I turned my back on the garden

 

I shriveled inside

and very quickly

 

I am a person of the soil

 

I thrive on petals

 

and sunshine on my skin

and the smell of wet soil

 

spiders and snails and toads

 

This spring I think I will faint dead away when I spot an aconite

 

or the blood root

 

or trilliums

 

Oh to get back to life blood of my soul

 

I hope you find me again and journey back to a garden life with me

 

I am 65 now.....but I know the garden will make me a child again

 

only with a little menthol rub