Gardening's Worth

I sit on the edge of a garden bed
after a long day of laboring.
The sun and clouds are still overhead
and the wind rages around me.

The giant firs wave back and forth
seeming to sigh so loudly.
And chimes set around the yard
deliver their song so proudly.

The wind quietly caresses my cheeks
and I deeply breath in its solace.
In spite of the constant motion of nature
the world around me seems flawless.

A hummingbird rounds the corner of the house
as it aims for the feeder.
It spies me and decides to change its course,
the wind making it seem to teeter.

The dogs have long since gone inside
hiding away from the constant gale.
But me, I sit in silence
Allowing my thoughts to trail.

The angst that plagued earlier in the day
has been buried in the earth.
I finally have found some peace inside,
gardening certainly has its worth.

I sit on the edge of a garden bed
after a long day of laboring.
The sun and clouds are still overhead
and the wind rages around me.

The giant firs wave back and forth
seeming to sigh so loudly.
And chimes set around the yard
deliver their song so proudly.

The wind quietly caresses my cheeks
and I deeply breath in its solace.
In spite of the constant motion of nature
the world around me seems flawless.

A hummingbird rounds the corner of the house
as it aims for the feeder.
It spies me and decides to change its course,
the wind making it seem to teeter.

The dogs have long since gone inside
hiding away from the constant gale.
But me, I sit in silence
Allowing my thoughts to trail.

The angst that plagued earlier in the day
has been buried in the earth.
I finally have found some peace inside,
gardening certainly has its worth.

© Victoria Bray, March 18, 2016

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Poetry
Nature

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