You show me your new garden
where you have torn out the grass
lined and raised the bed,
filled it with soil
and are preparing to sew the seeds of your dreams.
But I care more about the garden
in your mind, your heart and your soul.
I know there will always be weeds and bits of debris
so I will till and plant with greediness,
attentively guard all that is tender
and nurture the tiny and tenuous.
I will not sit idle
but work dawn to dusk
knowing love will bear witness to the gardeners we are;
may dreams that are sewn blossom and grow.
wake up and write 
March 9th, 2015 at 12:35 pm
Such a lovely metaphor. Your thoughts and your perfect choice of words always inspire me. Like “nurture the tiny and tenuous” – so beautiful!
March 9th, 2015 at 4:14 pm
So interesting, and like all great poems, there are many ways to interpret the meaning!
March 10th, 2015 at 5:01 am
This is a powerful poem. I have read it a few times, I really enjoy the imagery. You are talented!