Liz Walsh Poet Prose Poetry

The Potting Shed

At the top of the garden
A sanctuary hidden
The old hen house is converted to
A potting shed
Stone floor, a window, a door
Your secret bolt hole
Nurturing beloved seedlings
Readying them for planting
While you order those thoughts that beset you -

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Michelle Mac Donald June 16, 2011 at 3:50 AM Sounds like a great place for sowing seeds, Liz. Would be as though a greenhouse palace to the seedlings. Love the title and the imagery...thanks for sharing! Best wishes, Mikki Liz Walsh June 16, 2011 at 6:54 AM Thanks Mikki - I love it - the tomatoes are flourishing and the rest doing well - every time I go up to it I find something new. Sparkles, Liz