Cultivating Seasons

in
the summer
of my life

weeding
the crops
pruning overgrown branches

watering
the vines
of my brain

tending
the garden
that will feed

my
inevitable winter
I've this urge

to
dig new
ground even if

no
harvest ever
comes from it

Comments

[mark young]

& there I go again. Adding an additional & totally superfluous i. Take it as a sign that the poem blew me away. me, myself, i. & u.

[mark young]

Craig In between yr questions & yr answers, this slipped by me until tonight. I love it. Mark