and worked until the day was done

that’s my song

as the days grow longer,

 

to follow each thought’s

silent talk

 

the garden’s invitation

a realisation

that time is on my tail

in a game of catch-up

with the natural

world.

 

there’s bird game,

grubs eating buds

the meadowpatch

extension on my mind as

the soft day’s shadow

slips past unnoticed,

 

until I rest

at last.

 

moon smiles,

my work’s done.

 

 

 

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