Thoughts In The Garden

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Thoughts In The Garden

There is moss covering the window boxes
neglected for two years now
Overgrown shrubs and forgotten Iris's
that need to be divided

Sitting on the wooden steps
amongst the ruins
a cliched phrase
nevertheless, the truth
Wading through a dusty web of lies

Weeds grow in the crumbled terra cotta pots
A hummingbird hovers
over a closed Hibiscus bloom
A Mother's Day gift
watered by the pounding of rain
otherwise left thirsty

But the wild Daylilies
dancing along the edge of the trail
still bend towards the light

Angela Minard 2010©

Comments

Anonymous said…
Wow, the first one to write a response. Need some clarity on this one. I think I know what it is about, but where did it come from. This one is different than that ones you have been writing as of late.

Superman
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Joanne Olivieri said…
I read this and hear hope. It's beautifully written, styled and with a gorgeous photo.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Wanda's Wings said…
Words of hope. Beautiful picture
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
les jeune fille à les oiseaux said…
I would like to bend towards the light as well, no matter how overgrown or rained on I am.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
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