Friday, April 06, 2012

One Hand In Earth, One Hand In The Stars And Eyes In The All By Stephen Craig Rowe A Garden Poem

 

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How sweet the small flowers of spring seem to the gardener’s ghost that laid dark in winter sheds with cobwebs and dust.  Rakes and shovels tucked in a corner near old stuff gaining rust and failing memories.  Then spring comes!  There is a joy!  In the spark of the light.  The rush and flurry of birds and creatures on the ridge and upon the lands.  Working the earth and touching the stars.  Wearing night like a crown she drapes my time around her.  And we are one forever in the All.  As ever be well, with love

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