Fern Garden
swords pointing upright soft fronds curling
out of the ground
turn hard sharp then bend
bird’s nest
ruffled and feathered
soft under the rhododendron
Water Garden
wet with salamanders and frogs
hiding in the lily pads
bog bean taking over
hard slate waterfall
needs watercress between cracks
or flow again the dry creek bed
Vegetable Garden
wintered over the arugula and beets
one chard plant survived the snow
time to plant more greens some peas
these beds are ready from last fall’s harvest
now sun is warming their cold soil
plant the radish and watch it grow
Flower Garden
primroses always the first to show
nursery bed with more hellebore
cut back the fuchsia before it blooms
hummingbirds bumblebees search branches
lavender iris lilies galore
plant more hyacinth let its fragrance flow
Who can work these gardens?
Feel the earth between tired hands?
Feed the roots and make them flower?
wordshophop 
your seasonal garden, sounds delightful but lots of work to go 🙂
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This felt like a walk around a garden, that spring appraisal gardeners must do. And then, with the ending, I wondered whether the gardener had gone, and this was a memorial walk, a glance at the past rather than the future?
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It’s the right now, got to go work in the garden, and the sun is finally out.
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I was rereading the poem before going out to garden and the line “or flow again the dry creek bed” makes me think that this is a neglected garden (thru death or other reasons). Must go tend the garden. Thanks for your input.
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