In The Garden With Regret
You left me here to tend and just think
I am under neither illusions nor weight
Neither false nor heavy
You had to go and win the bread
So I am here to water, a joint decision, shared
My intent, to steward well and leave my burdens
By the burgeoning beds of greens
(Radishes bulbous noses pushing through the richest soil,
I see you in their forcing. You mark this Earth, well
Well
But while there I found regret
Shame attended me while I mimicked the Summer rain
I can whisper while you’re gone
And you may never know
The way the garden shows
Just how barren were those days
Before the garden
Reminds me, of how old love can grow
You would hate a garden
Littered with remorse
I have fertilized the soil of ours
Seedlings will greet you
When you return
You left me here to tend and think
I’ve left the garden of regret
“i’ve left the garden of regret.”
love that! amen.
me too. you’re not alone, sister. :))
Elizabeth, metaphors are certainly with you….(sorry). Gardens teach so many things.