Digging for poems

HERE ARE TWO VERY DIFFERENT POEMS INSPIRED BY GARDENING.

TO BOSTON IVY

I wish my writing was of a hardier sort

like Boston Ivy that clings without support

and never sheds its leaves and grows in any aspect.

I’d like to write like Boston Ivy

with my pink flush autumn success

shimmering on me.

Instead of which I cling

only when supported

like Clematis Armandi.

And sport my purple flowers

sparingly, singly

and sometimes not at all! 

On Making Garden

"This soil needs turned," you say.
"It is a spade job."
You suggest a pond or water channel.

To collect our tears in, I am thinking.
"I want flower beds," I say
To blazon forth in summer streaming

But for the moment we lie
decades deep dreaming
Weighed down by topsoil and grief

And in this dark and at this depth
We cannot see this garden in the making.

Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2016