This garden you planted in my mind.
Weeded out my doubts
Your words like seeds
Your thoughts caring
Like the clouds
Looking out for the ground
With their rain.
I shook you off
Like the branches
And the leaves in November.
Yet you returned
Like the spring
And you’re slow to scold winter.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
This garden you planted in my mind.
Weeded out my doubts
Your words like seeds
Your thoughts caring
Like the clouds
Looking out for the ground
With their rain.
I shook you off
Like the branches
And the leaves in November.
Yet you returned
Like the spring
And you’re slow to scold winter.
