Garden

pernicious weeds a metaphor for wild growth inside my mind and soul dandelion mating with brambles wild cats’ rampant Rubus grinding teeth and thorns reason guides the trowel for emotions to follow while thistles whistle their good bye and morning glory says its farewell metamorphosis as pruning shears and loppers attack a lopsided view of what is and is not energy about in the Universe and sometimes it passes through me elates where doom had resided ragwort falls by the wayside groans as it passes out of life nettles give up their sting and the compost heap grows ready to nourish another season of better days to come as long as my rake stays in tune with hard toil and soil I actually quite like dirt passing through my fingers don’t mind callus and blisters to paint a map on my skin life can be rugged but there are lemon trees in my overgrown patch and I’m ready to taste suck and feel what is on offer