The Secret of Gardens

Surrounded by flowers,
you sit in the sun like an old cat,
basking in the heat, the light,
the menagerie of colors,

a moment of respite,
glorying in the temporary perfection
of now.

Soon you will go back to work,
back to the tending,
tedious and at times hard,
at best thankless,
more commonly, not even seen,

it is the secret to gardens,
to their life,
and when not done,
their death.

About this poem

Gardens, love, creativity, work, faith. I think it works for most things.

The picture was taken at Biltmore, in Asheville, NC.

Tom