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My Sister's Garden
 
Here in my sister's garden,
as I catch the winter sun,
that gentle, warmth which soothes old bones
when summer's been and gone.

A plethora of emerald,
a white cedar, devoid of leaves,
sparrows and miners twitter boldly,
hunting for spiders under leaves.

My Trish moves house quite frequently
so her garden travels too;
big earthen pots of lush green plants,
I identify a few.

One huge pot of daffodils,
they'll be a picture when they bloom,
a massive spider plant trailing out,
looking for much more room.

A gardenia, a daphne,
fresias and violets too;
this will be a fragrant corner
when winter days are through.

Over there, a big tall cypress pine
under which no garden grows,
a little desert of needles and cones
to crunch between one's toes.

Citrus trees, not bearing yet,
a magnolia, parsley and sage,
an olive tree behind me
and...ooops! I ran out of page!


By cherryk

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