I know I mostly post about poetry, my music, and other arts, but I also do what I consider a different form of poetry, gardening. A finely constructed garden is like a poem or a perfect painting. There’s a musical element even, in the rhythms of the flow of plans in the breeze. It all […]
Back worn, and muscles torn Tired bones, and tendons moan Weak knees, and joints that freeze From going too hard in the yard Aches I deserve for taking no breaks.