Five steps or five thousand
Her gait is just the same
Poets, painters
Can be tortured souls
But gardeners
Are at one with the world
No screens flash
No keyboard clicks
A woman she must prove her worth
Hood up, body bent
Her conversation polite
But minimal
Her gaze steadfast
Down to earth
Her gloved hands
Coaxing life from the bedraggled
Winter flower bed
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 6:16 AM UTC
Five steps or five thousand
Her gait is just the same
Poets, painters
Can be tortured souls
But gardeners
Are at one with the world
No screens flash
No keyboard clicks
A woman she must prove her worth
Hood up, body bent
Her conversation polite
But minimal
Her gaze steadfast
Down to earth
Her gloved hands
Coaxing life from the bedraggled
Winter flower bed
