Saturday, July 10, 2010

this morning

This morning.
the garden called my name.
It said come here,
i need you,
for i am ripe and ready for the taking.
And so i wandered,
through the lushes curves of my garden's bounty,
finding the secret places,
where she had hidden her treasures.
The aromas were delight full
and the sun was not  yet upon her.
She opened her secrets to me.
lettuce and parsley,
cabbage leaves, for the heads were not yet formed
Small red onions and peppers, hot and not.
basil and chives and something called cinnamon basil,
all with their overwhelming smells.
Not tomatoes yet, nor okra for she was not yet fully formed,
but the delights she provided!
and her smells linger on me still.

6 comments:

Woman in a Window said...

Yes, Joey, I am whispering again.

What a slow and sensual piece with clever fluctuations between formed and not formed, but underlying it all is a want, a drawing near, breath on the neck. What a beautiful morning.

xo
erin

Carrie Van Horn said...

This is a beautiful poem! Gardens provide so much more than food and beauty; they bestow a whole world of lessons and imagery of so many other areas of our lives. Always enjoy your beautiful writing.
:-)

Jeannette StG said...

Aaah, I anticipate some delicious dishes being cooked!

betchai said...

you always write beautiful poems filled wit heartfelt emotions, i love being in the garden too.

Tes said...

Looks like a wonderful garden to walk by, sit long and talk much. Your garden is full of sumptuous fruits -yum! Lovely poem, Joey.

Brenda's Arizona said...

This is lovely. Gardens can call out and show their lushness, and I am glad yours offers delights, too! Excellent thoughts.