Saturday, July 28, 2012

My Garden's Gifts


A sprig growing askew, of thyme
A perfect little yellow lime
Is all I need to make my day
To keep the damp and grey at bay.


A bulb of lemon grass that flew
Into my arms from where it grew
As I bent down to rake and weed
And give my plants the space they need.


A sprig of mint to complement
Basil, that must be heaven sent
Grown of its own, its tendrils strong
Sweet smelling, wild and very long.


These gifts my garden thrusts at me
As I work 'midst the bug and bee.

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