So to counter living in the dark, here are a few shots of my garden in all it's hammy June glory, the month when everything just...shines.
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i love your hammy garden. to see pictures of it today is like looking at the face of a relative that has moved to another country.
here is a poem. with a garden in it. and a hint of winter, too.
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When I am asked
how I began writing poems,
I talk about the indifference of nature.
It was soon after my mother died,
a brilliant June day,
everything blooming.
I sat on a gray stone bench
in a lovingly planted garden,
but the day lilies were as deaf
as the ears of drunken sleepers
and the roses curved inward.
Nothing was black or broken
and not a leaf fell
and the sun blared endless commercials
for summer holidays.
I sat on a gray stone bench
ringed with the ingenue faces
of pink and white impatiens
and placed my grief
in the mouth of language,
the only thing that would grieve with me.
-Lisel Mueller
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