Gardening With Passion
Wafting on the summer breezes,
Intoxicating scent of rose
Stills me just to breathe the fragrance,
Admiring how my garden grows.
Time has dimmed some of my passions
And that I know is just as well.
Of those youthful, full blown feelings,
I've not the words nor will to tell.
In my many years of living
I have watched the ebb and flow
Of variety of passions
Flirting briefly and letting go.
I found a love to last forever
When Nature left her calling card,
With my hoe and spade and clippers,
Created beauty in my yard.
Gardening has been my passion,
Since first I stirred the fertile sod.
This loved labor brings such splendor,
I know I'm partnering with God.
For Amy Green's "My Deepest Passion" contest. 4th place
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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