Garden Gifts- a Poem

Mikol Josant
After winter's long cold wait,
perennials spring up along my garden gate,
signaling that soon it will be time to sow,
the seeds of annuals I'd like to grow.

Though weeding, feeding, watering needs,
tedious tasks, demanding deeds,
pest control, pruning out can
make me ache, sweat, and shout,
I find it makes me come alive, especially
when my garden thrives.

Then even when the blooms all fade,
enduring is the memory their beauty made.
And birds and bees, the butterflies and breeze,
bring new life of their own to the sleepy glade,
and rewards of which I wouldn't trade.

Published by Mikol Josant

Mikol Josant (Michael J. Ruggiero) is a writer, artist, audio (voice) recorder, philosopher, poet, mystic and word puzzle enthusiast, (not necessarily in that order) who lives and works in Niagara Falls, NY.  View profile

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