Love Song of the Gardener

When my hands hurt
From too much weeding,
You tend the rose at my center.

When the heat breaks me,
You are the cool breeze
Erasing the lines from my face.

When too much thinking turns my heart to desert,
And I can’t find a friendly face,
Your voice becomes the gentle rain.

When I can’t sing,
When I can’t find the sky,
You are the song of my heart
That races to the sun and brings back the feeding light.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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One Response to Love Song of the Gardener

  1. Noora says:

    This is so beautiful!

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