As the hot, humid weather kicks in, we shift gears. Our weeding turns lazy, and our plants will just have to fight it out for survival. If we’re diligent, we’ll water, though the utility bill frightens.
Maybe it’s all part of the relationship.
~*~
Of Devis and Other Spirits
A garden without a woman is lamentable
unfolding from Eve
and the Singer of the Song of Songs
all this color and excitement
my Woman wears no cosmetics
she’s organic
but oh so much better for me
than health food
my Lady leads me in unanticipated ways
she’s so unlike the ones before her
she works with wise fingers without hesitating
to get dirt under her nails
still, as the younger one said,
“you’re a mean mommy:
you’re as mean as the thorns in a buckle bush”
In constructing her garden
sod, roots woven tight, close together
the way I thought we would
overlooking the fact we both flower
quite conspicuously
our stems woody or thorny
even through winter
poem copyright 2014 by Jnana Hodson
Beautiful!
Absolutely lovely imagery and metaphors.
Absolute joy to read…