woven with care
so fledging feet
will remember softness
found and saved
the drive to bloom upheld
the comfort and care of color
carries us through
the cold night
piles of wood
wheel barrels of apples
surrounded by the harvest’s securities
solid as stones
held in place
Heaven bathes the sweet pea
with the gentlest of raindrops.
Her spirit shone past her uncared for mane and coat.
She spoke with her eyes about dignity and hope.
It is the magic of care and whimsey
that moves you from spot to spot
to enjoy the views of the garden.