In my garden,
God spoke
through leaves.
Rosemary whispered,
“Remember
what the world made you forget.”
Aloe rose beside me,
its bitter breath saying,
“I was born
to close your wounds.”
I prayed for health,
but heaven answered
with soil.
With fragrance.
With quiet medicine
hidden in plain sight.
“You die,”
He said,
“not from disease,
but from forgetting
the gifts I placed
at your feet.”
Ignorance—
the oldest poison.
Herbs—
the forgotten cure.
“Ask,”
He murmured,
“and the garden
will heal you.”
And the wind moved
as if bowing,
revealing
that God
has always spoken
in green.
It's not the herbal
That grows over the sea,
Behind the mountain,
But the herb that grows
With you in the same yard
The plants that hermit found
Unnoticed, overgrown weeds
Of plantains, onions, or bulb forms
That matter most for healing
Of body, soul and thoughts.
My cathartic heart
threw away the finished leaves of bitter autumn's burning
I brewed myself a loving cup, made sweeter by my learning
tansy, bay with chamomile, bright meadow flowers to sip
tastes better far than poison to be found upon your lip
Enjoy a lively walk among stinging nettles in spring.
Skip along and listen to your heart sing.
Dash through fields of dandelions in summer,
Feel the vibrant energy of the finest gossamer.
Get comfy with Tulsi in the fall,
Boost your immune system before flu season calls.
Bunker down with burdock in winter,
Grow stronger as you weather 'Ole Man Jack's' splinter.
Partner with nature to cultivate radiant health.
Abandon artificial things that stunt the growth of your wealth.
Rise with the sun each day,
Walk with purpose, confidently finding your way.
Can we cease from shouting at each other?
Can we relearn the ability to respect?
Can we not have a discussion with dignity?
Can we sit at the table of brotherhood and talk?
Can we not listen and evaluate the opinions of others?
In the public arena, especially politics and religion,
our present seeds of speech will only grow bitter herbs.
It is vital that we do better. Our children are watching.
In my country, I hear the dreadful and tremoring sounds,
filled with undisciplined emotions and built-up anger.
I feel tension I've not known before, wanting to quake.
I pray that we all will call a 'time-out' and take a break.
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To the public the man shows herbs
For Advert hundreds of proverbs
"Your worries and mine wisdom curbs!"
Lots of Adjectives and Adverbs;
On roads blares, neither dumb on kerbs
Voice screaming hoarse near touring Serbs...
But the Old Seller of New Herbs
Settles for nothing short of blurbs,
The problems of voice pitched high curbs
And down brings number of proverbs...
"Buyers I see less for sung herbs"
I'm baked
I'm baked
One toke is all it taked.
In honor of our new baby blooms, you are cordially invited to our annual tea. This year we are serving a plethora of herbals, for your sipping pleasure: Peppermint pep, Chamomile comfort, Rose repose, are among them.
This year we are serving the local honey with lavender and lemon (optional); it will relax you to promote your
tea-time bliss.
We also have a poet for your entertainment, as one of the Poppies has penned, quite a bit of wit!
Cinnamon and ginger have graciously volunteered; to regale you with some spicy stories.
The Vanilla beans have baked some wondrous sugar cookies;
they’ll surely delight your palate.
We’ll be decorating with morning glory vines and aromatic, tea roses; It’s only appropriate.
Come one, come all and gather with us; for some flowery delights, herbal and tasty cups of tea.
RSVP to Snapdragons by March 1st.
pretty florals
adorn thorny leaves
salad fixin’s
lavender fields
of violet hues
wave in a breeze
a harvest for
making potpourri
"In all things of nature there is somethings of the marvelous." Aristotle
Marvelous Herbs
Herbs -
Nature’s
Marvelous
Gift of flavor -
Brightens the blandness
Of the ordinary -
Savory gracing tasteless -
Zest to nondescript dreariness -
Herbal wonders – healing remedies –
Seasoning’s magic to flavorless salt.
5-21-20
Noah strove for enviro-protection.
Plants and beasts he saved section by section.
And now thanks to our brain
all that soon will remain
is a zoo and an herbal collection.
Herbs are so very savory
Each has its own great flavor.
Racing to my garden eagerly,
Beyond the veggies I do favor,
A whole lot of aromatic things,
Like thyme, rosemary, even sage.
Some folks prefer their food quite
Plain without taste or any fun;
Really though, that’s no delight
Instead away, I want to run.
No bland meals for my palate;
Kindly add some herbal sprinkles.
Let me enjoy some savory respite;
Exciting flavors make my tongue tingle.
Such delectable basil and parsley vittles.
In the wet garden this morning, I saw a teeny tiny woman made of leaves and herbs, with the orange bloom of a woodland poppy for a hat. When she realized I'd seen her, she hopped behind the slim stem of a trillium. When I bent down to get a better look at what the devil that really was, there was nothing there.
-May 11, 2011
The world is a calabash of herbs
Some are bitter and often abhorred
Few are sweet and always desirable
For either case there is no foretaste
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