Leaning On A Spade
Funny how it goes unnoticed,
when your face is pushed into the loam
all those trailing hours suspended in time.
In the garden you'll become one of three things:
another busy, busy animal,
another serene plant, steadily growing,
or another force of nature in the garden.
Naturally they ask 'Which one are you?'
I scratch lines to beautify, and to be clear
perhaps they should ask 'which one are you, today?'
Anyhow, I no longer own a garden
but a snow white page: a new year's day view
from an upper window.
'...and how many trowels have you got?'
John Coopey
Tue 15th Dec 2020 13:43
I am a warrior, Adam. Constantly at war with Nature in my garden.