Gardening

A love poem at home

On a cool, slow, evening in May 

I stood by the window, and 

Watched the constant, soft, rain fall, 

While listening to the blackbirds’ song.

There, upright in mindful meditation, 

I guarded our garden, barren upon arrival, 

Yet through your care and desire 

To see something beautiful grow

The flowers you bought, pansies violet and blue, 

Now take root, aided by rain and faith 

That once uncared-for soil, in time, 

Will deliver rewards of fragile beauty.

Indeed, in dry days, a preview of summer, 

I’ve made sure to support your labour 

For I know, in comfort, as I now watch the rain, 

All you wish for is a home in blissful bloom.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Indeed a home in bloom is the best thing of all. To transform a barren garden into a thing of great beauty takes time and care but the rewards are well worth the effort. There is much love and beauty in these lines of yours Scott. Home is where the heart is, springs to mind and that of course includes the people living in it. Nicely conveyed.

Chris

[Scott De Buitléir]

Thank you so much, Chris! It was a lovely moment to appreciate the work we (and mostly, my partner) put in to making our apartment in Cork a home, and was glad that it could be a metaphor for our relationship, also. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

SDB

[Onlyme]

Beautiful poem about starting fresh on barren land. And turning it into beauty and love with your hands and heart. Being the tools. And the labour of love attending to the flowers and weeds. And also too. Opening your heart, mind and soul. Towards others and communicating and loving each other in general. What you give is what you get back. If you are closed off all your relationship and friendships will always be empty.