PAINTING STUDIO Spring And The Gardener's Ghost
In celebration of Spring I am reposting a poem I wrote last March. Before doing so I want to thank Sassene for the great new banner. I wish friends and family a very Happy Easter and can't wait to see the Full Moon on Good Friday.
The Gardener's Ghost
The Gardener's Ghost
Found Sanctuary
In old sheds,
Broken barns,
Cold old basements,
A corner in the garage
Huddled musty in the
Shroud of stale exhaust.
Hooded unseen about
The shovels, rakes, and tools
Cob webs and litter.
Refuge and Rapture
in house plants
and
Poetry sweeping streets
that whisper in the woods
Sheltering the Gardener's Ghost
The Winter long and fading as
Spring songs abound in the greening
Shadow just before dawn.
A Crow caw day as Stars fell
The Sun rose
And the Gardener's ghost
Sank softly with a sigh
into the soil. To become one with
The Earth again
As the Rains came.
As ever be well, With love. Stephen Craig Rowe