Her garden….
Her garden
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A blessing when a kind woman befriend you.
Her garden
I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and her natural herbs.
We would talk of Dryden, Donne and Ben Jonson.
She told me often, “My garden is like my children, Always needing fresh water and concern.
We must adore the days of the blooming flowers and the laughter of our children.
I believe she knew I adored her.
We allowed our words and our friendship to expand.
I became part of her garden.
Johnnie/Coyote
I echo Beautiful Lucy so beautiful to be taken through this precious journey
So poignant.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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It’s my pleasure…. writing can be such a lonely road
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I love writing. I started writing in 1970 for a school paper. I have 50 plus journals of poetry and story. I believe, some of us need to release to paper. Hello from Michigan.
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Ps I love 💗 Michigan went when I was a lil younger and Saline is who we are twinned with along with a town in Brittany and a town in Nepal
Wow 🤩 journals
You are so right in releasing to paper 📝
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Michigan is a wonderful state. Perfect Summer days and Winter can be hard.
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This is so beautiful. Love how you detailed the care and love of her garden, and by becoming part of it, it’s like finding peace. A very amazing, if not stunning, poem. Your work is always moving.
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Thank you dear Lucy. When someone allowed us into their garden. We are blessed.
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