my garden in April
winter is finally over
firm buds will soon burst
grow tender leaves
just like fresh clover
those rendered things
that come first
new life seems
so splendidly capable
full of candid energy
and random wonder
so much trusting
life to come
so I dig and manicure
in this sacred ground
along with my deer friends
loving the April sun
qently I work
while they quietly graze around
just a few
close yards away
I rise
thinking to myself
this is one thing
Buddha taught
so wild things
trusting this old garden elf
nature is truly
all we've really got

 

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