feminist polytheism

bless you, Mother Nature
‘cause you have never let me down
despite the current confusion
your miracles abound

so I thank you, Mother Nature
for the unexpected rain
you healed my sunburned grass
it’s now a green ‘n glorious plain

you’re my hero, Mother Nature
you banish my encroaching gloom
warm smiles you send through sunshine
making all my flowers bloom

I’m so grateful, Mother Nature
for everything that you do
your love made my safe space flourish
without this garden I’d be so blue

how I love you, Mother Nature
your soul is good – it’s pure
you’re one being I can count on
in times dark ‘n unsure

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the ivy makes love to the tree trunk
thin tree branches make love to the leaves
winged creatures sailing above
watch fallen peony petals grieve

bees harmonize with the wind
on the wall two magpies chatter
carnations & lilies sway
they got no problems – nothing’s the matter

their benevolent gardener is present
peacefully deadheading flowers
as butterflies beg for attention
in shaded, scented bowers

the gardener pulls errant weeds
from the newly cut grass
angry seagulls overhead
fly noisily en masse

all alone the gardener works
for nothing else she cares
oblivious to everything
ignoring window stares

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I listen to the wind
as I lie in bed
ill positioned pillows
propped beneath my troubled head

it speaks to me, this wind
voice a distinctive hallmark
evoking myriad memories
as I shiver in the dark

it’s a drunk dude cursing
a shrieking CSX freight train
a woman loudly screaming
giving birth in blood & pain

howling at my window
swirling dust at the backstairs
the cries of all the demons
which reside in my nightmares

the wind sings to me
my foe & my friend
I listen to its voice
as I wait for night to end

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an OAP works in her garden

more seeds
more plants
more bags of soil
still furloughed
so in my garden I will toil

pink petunias
geranium showers
Mother Nature ‘n me
together we work for hours

fairy lights
solar lights
busily buzzin’ bees
magpies protestin’
in a warm spring breeze

more tools
more mulch
more white garden stones
there’s naught left but this garden
so to hell with aging bones

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my garden

wildwind garden

on a little side street
in bonnie Dundee
is a place most folks’ll never see
gotta have an invite to gain entry
to the wondrous wildwind garden

it’s a secret place
hugged by mossy walls
alive with dancing waterfalls
where watches freeze & all time stalls
in the wilderness of wildwind garden

fruit trees groan
with the weight of pears & plums
wildflowers sway as the gardener hums
& everyone takes life just as it comes
in the world of wildwind garden

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wildwind garden

August’s end

all the flowers in her garden
have hung their head
cause August has arrived
and its end is a cause for dread

scented lilies & lilac lupins
wear faces full of woe
& the dahlias grow depressed
as autumn winds begin to blow

the foxglove has an attitude
cause they like it when it’s hot
but just now it’s blowin’ a gale
& cold is somethin’ they’ve forgot

in the hanging baskets
lobelia & petunias are entwined
longing for the days
when the sun warmly shined

but the keeper of this garden
is the saddest of them all
for she knows the end of August
heralds the start of fall

for though she loves the autumn colors
she hates the onset of shortened days
for soon snow will slam the windows
with an unforgiving, icy glaze

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Our Girl's Garden

the bonsai tree

it’s just a
tiny little bonsai tree
its branches twisted
(kinda like me)

I saw it in a shop
just last Saturday
an’ so I took it home
seemed it needed a place to stay

it sat amongst the larger trees
it looked forgotten & forlorn
perhaps it even felt like me
a little lost, a bit lovelorn

such a tiny little thing
in a blue ceramic pot
seemed we needed each other
so I took it home, thinkin’ why not?

it’s a tiny little thing
a 5-quid bonsai tree
but sittin’ on my desk
it brings great joy to me

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bonsai pic

dirty hands

sun’s high
in a sky of an indescribable hue
grass gleams
with diamonds damp
sensual Sunday morning dew

they call
from the garden wall
growing infant vegetation
living only for the moment
of scented inspiration

seagulls howl
at the trowel
that cruelly violates the earth
while the earthworms dance
plump bodies wriggling with mirth

crispy air
sunlight’s glare
head filled with flowery plans
she smiles before dropping to her knees
and happily dirties her hands

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dirty hands