We stare into our fires and plan our seeds,
and feast in heated rooms against the cold;
our gardens sleep while others' blaze with green:
a Mexican wave of flowering laps the Earth.
Young human generations unfurl now,
but garden time runs true, life's orrery:
ephemera preserved for them in blogs,
while your reflected sunshine joins our fires.
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[I apologise for cross-posting this with my other blog.]
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So glad the urge to wander this afternoon got me as far as this post. I loved it.
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