The Garden

The garden

The garden is overgrown
Like it somehow escaped plans
And went on about its business
Without this mortal man

The portulaca's gone rampant
And the climbing rose has a runner
About as long as this spring
Has taken to get to summer

The rain's been pouring down
The cana lillies have quite an array
Like they ever needed that much
Encouragement....anyway

Zinnias are poppin up through
All that stuff with yellow flowers
Not many leisurely afternoons
But here in the deep night hours

Offering up its vines
Offering up its weeds
Still there to touch
Untamed beauty from wild seeds




Neils
about 1993
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transcribed this time
12:17 pm
01/08/2005