you are compelled
to plant the seeds.
bring up to the top,
to meet the poppy’s needs.
you know how time will foil,
those best laid plans,
with weathered demands,
growing surprises in the soil.
you know the meaning of time.
You weed, you pick,
you water, you wait,
and hope, again, that all will be fine.
you know right now isn’t it.
But to work you must,
because in goodness you trust,
others will have shade under which to sit.





I enjoyed visiting your blog. I loved reading “When You’re A Gardner.”
Thank you.
i love this poem… it flows so beautifully friend. thank you.