(Edmonton, Alberta Canada)
He is a gardener
with a spyglass.
With an ice pick
cavities are chopped
out of the earths torpid
mouth, dry seeds are packed
in with frostbitten fingertips.
He rakes his yard clear
of all snow in winter
so green blades of grass
will pop through frozen
earth.
He will weed, thin his garden early.
He is a realist; he writes poetry also.
Michael Lee Johnson, Chicago, USA
I must say that this poem has moved me. It is not often that you find such careful and able use of such strong imagery.
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ReplyDeleteLovely Michael..shows great faith.
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