She bit the wrong apples,
while conversing with serpents,
Did all that we do…
But Eve grew immeasurably
because of her journey,
and never took for granted
the faith of a few.
Now, in another garden:
the place that Eve planted,
made from ruined chances,
and sadness and pain,
Is a bounty abundant
with fruits of compassion
where kindness and solace
are growing again.
A garden has a lot to teach
When in my life I overreach,
Reminding me to find the place
Beneath my feet, where earth’s embrace
Will give me all I ever need
To reap the love I sewed from seed,
For though life’s secrets will unfold
And I must wander till I’m old
It is a garden filled with flowers
Where I will spend my happiest hours.
I’m a skinny greeny bean stalk in a
hectic screaming plot, with all the
madly waving grasses tying oxygen in knots.
Will you weed my rambling garden
with your trowel and a fork? Will you
catch me when I’m falling? But that garden cane
won’t work, because without my own direction and no mouth
to call my own, I am barely standing upright if you
leave me where I’m blown. It’s not a case of
undernourished or unhealthy state of mind; I’m just
unable to be stable for a longer length of time.
I don’t need that much attention, just some water
every day, if you prod me with a pruner I will
curl the other way. So if I wave in your direction
an acknowledgement will do, I’m a skinny greeny beanstalk
but I’m full of beans for you!
Today, midweek, I’m garden chilling,
no pesky mean metal mamas mowing,
they are the weekend boys.
Nope, just me and the big blue sky
and hey, you know what even?
That old Sun is shining.
Then what happens? Dang.
Those flaunty sparrows tip the Tit and Jay
I’ve got seed!
and that’s the end of peace for today.
They get so close I am moving up!
In my own garden! Seriously.
But this is not the main deal yet –
Well bless my odd socks,
the entire ‘nature thing’ begins
make the biggest darn racket ever:
bees bumbling, crows cawing,
old man Slug chewing on me lupin…
My garden so loud the world is rocking!
Well, think on it. Be churlish to vamoose.
This is some kind of party, maybe?
Nature doing what Nature does pretty well.
I am coming out, creepy sneaking
from under my pot. Segments waving,
fourteen hip dancing legs grooving at a time.
Get with Nature’s freaky beat,
Coz, creatures, we are the party!
we are the real deal.
I’m telling you. Come on down my garden!
Give it some WOODLOUSE WELLY!