
A day spent in the garden
Looking after our earthly warden
Nature connect body, and mind heartenHastening springs return
Northerners after light and warmth yearn
Freeing us from yearly nocturneBreaking old stems
Brittle like broken dreams
Shattering with puffs of remembers screamsRaking skeletal leaves
Like collecting trauma debris
Heavy dead limbs are energy thievesCutting budless branches
Composting leads to new life chances
We all participate in life’s death-rebirth dancesPhysical meditation of leaves and soil
© REDCAT
Releasing old growth that goals foil
Mindfulness by aware present bodily toil
On prompt today for day 18 of GloPoWriMo – to write an ode to life’s small pleasures.

GloPoWriMo 2020
DAY 1 – Build a New Start
DAY 2 – Beloved Bookstore
DAY 3 – Sunshine and Hail
DAY 4 – Isolation Dating
DAY 5 –Staring out a Windowpane
DAY 6 – Casanova Comes Closer
DAY 7 – Swirling Colors of my Mind
DAY 8 – White – Red – Black
DAY 9 – Different World After
DAY 10 – Spring Hay(na)ku
DAY 11 – Love – Hay(na)ku
DAY 12 – Make Art – Triolet inspired
by Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell
DAY 13 – What did you think would happen
to a child left on my doorstep?
DAY 14 – Ballad of the Lost Poet
DAY 15 – Writer’s class – Hay(na)ku
DAY 16 – What is a Nomad without a Tribe?
DAY 17 – Pale Spring, Here Again, Nature Awake
DAY 18 – Spring Day in the Garden
DAY 19 – Close Couplets
DAY 20 – Lost in Love’s First Flush
DAY 21 – She Tasted Like Memory
DAY 22 – Struggling Mind
DAY 23 – Written in the book of dust
DAY 24 – At the end of every week, Friday-Cozy!
DAY 25 – Slip, Crack, Shatter
DAY 26 – Humans Really Don’t Know
DAY 27 – April Rain
DAY 28 – Greeting the Watch Horse
DAY 29 – Letter of Hope
DAY 30 – Witches Walpurgis Night Preparation
A rhyming tour de force!
Excellent rhythm and rhyme.
This is absolutely lovely! I especially resonate with; “Composting leads to new life chances.” :)
Sounds like a wonderfully productive day
The gentle rhythms and interesting half-rhymes make it read almost like a song. A beautiful escape into Life.
How satisfying gardening is; mind you that feeling is doubled when yiu can write a poem about it as well!
The description you gifted us of Spring emerging from the darkness of Winter is perfect.
If there’s any place more healing than a garden, I don’t know what it is.