"Gardening" (poem)

~ Gardening ~

Last year’s leaves, old worries

Are lifted off her chest,

I pile them up and burn them,

The flames are high.

She moves, awakening,

Stirring a thousand of fragrances

That make my head spin.

The cardinal on the gray fence

Is so bright, I have to shield my eyes.

Life is good.

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur