Gardens

A garden grows resplendent and fertile In the hearts of a happy few To have shared and loved, laughed and cried The dew of our tears having touched the tender places Where only the smallest petals Have opened and closed Basking in the sun of a verdant smile Or hiding in the shadows of an overcast gloom A garden grows And sends its quiet roots into the singing soil of our souls Breathe deep… The rain falls but a moment And in a moment Gives life to another day. (Previously published in Poetry Soul to Soul, Summer 2000)