Monday, January 6, 2014

Master Gardener

The world is gifted with amounts
Of wind and snow and rain
Sometimes they come and stay awhile
Then disappear again

No sooner do they leave behind
A path of wetted earth
Than seedlings and dark dormant buds
Elaborate in girth

Who organizes all of this,
The seasons and the living things
That know just what to do

It’s almost as if every place
Were gardened by a certain grace
That it already knew

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