i’ve never been much of a gardner but learned to appreciate it through the eyes of a photographer. this poem is one of a series about my new-found deep appreciation of gardens.
A ladder held my overweight frame,
the cordless trimmer cut, briefly made claim.
slashing back the summer’s overgrowth,
twig-stabs cause quietly-uttered oaths.
foliage falls, collected then shredded,
masticated material, compost-bedded.
hedge cuttings slowly rot and decay,
warm mulch patiently waits organic clay.
sheltering from rain in ramshackle shed,
spiders busily spin, slowly webs spread.
Jack keeps me company, faithful friend;
I viewed this photo, then pressed “send”