Final Mourning for the Poisoned Garden

The sadness of a summer garden now
In ruins, half destroyed by misdirected
Fear or maybe hatred of our joy
In simple beauty of the flowering vine.
These cages, empty now, by poison dealt
Untimely death, will leave us winter-long
Without the lovely taste of summer’s fruit
We dreamt of months ago when starting seeds.
More bitter yet, those tastes are now replaced
By sourceless-as we know-disgust with life
And beauty and the joy we took in both,
Now bare and ruined ground littered with death.
For all our hopes that in winter were born,
We now must for the next cold season mourn.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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2 Responses to Final Mourning for the Poisoned Garden

  1. cote8050 says:

    OMG, what happened to your garden?

  2. janemwoodman says:

    It was poisoned with Roundup the same night someone heaved a brick through our picture window.

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