Garden

Well, now the heat has set in, and the sun is shining...
all that is left to do is give the garden a face. the rows are built.
the rows are hoed.
all that is left to do is give the garden a face.
Aritchokes eyes,
tomato ears,
peppers cheeks,
lettuce hair,
cucumber smile,
eggplant nose,
all the garden needs is a face...

Planting day...

The sun is hot upon my back.
The birds are singing a spring-time tune.
The garden gate is swinging in the breeze.
My hands have a tingle, and want to work.
I stroll in to my garden.
My skin feels hot in the sun, I am ready to plant.
The tiny green, so small, and fragile, is ready to begin a journey.
I make a hole, place the life into it, and tuck it in.
It requires love and a little shower.
It will be a fine garden.