The garden of thoughts planted in spring
Still struggles if not managed.
Seeds bearing the fruit of life in shade and sun,
Nurturing bees and monarchs, can become
Tangled with weeds and eaten by blight.
Thoughts sustained by dew and noon rains
Can be forgotten and neglected by autumn light as
Thoughts blooming and stretching for sun
Can shrivel, scorched by drought in time
If the gardener takes leave
Of the rake, spade, and bucket, or
Lacks the wisdom of soils and seedlings.
Too much sun is unkind to bleeding heart.
If left in the field, pumpkins rot.
Honeysuckle makes a home in the untended mind.
Hostas thrive if transplanted but
Shred to decay if neglected.
Bees can’t thrive on blight.
Though seasons change,
The garden can still be tended by the earth and
Made ready for the next planting
If tilled and nurtured properly.
The gardener’s harvest can be of bounty and bliss
Or mindless bramble
In his garden of thoughts.
Copyright© September 7, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard