“In the Garden of Time” […..] Some of our deepest wounds, Are judgments, self-inflicted, Endless paper cuts upon our spirit, Made by an inherently imperfect ‘self’, Despising its imperfection. When in fact, the green-stemmed fruit, The infant petals in a sheltering bud, Are as they should be, in their time, On schedule to arrive, in…
Diversity I appreciate the vastness and diversity in the world. As I walk through a garden blooming with spring flowers, I delight in the symphony of colors and fragrances. When I pause and look more closely, I see that no two blossoms are identical. I appreciate both the exquisite beauty of the garden and the…
Sow seeds of kindness.
Listen to “sage” advice.
Don’t let little things “bug” you.
“Herb Garden” Herb garden, smells so good!… and flavors my food! Amira “Jardín de hierbas” Jardín de hierbas, ¡huele tan bien!… y da sabor a mi comida! Amira This poem is dedicated to my grandmother who taught me all about the love for herbs and gardens. Este poema está…
“New blooms” New blooms in the garden open to the sun… The promise of a new day! Amira “Nuevas flores” Nuevas flores en el jardín abiertas al sol… ¡La promesa de un nuevo día! Amira This poem is dedicated to dear Luda from “Plants and Beyond” at: https://plantsandbeyond.com/about/
I may not be a sculptor
Who chisels works of art
I may not be a painter
Whose brushstrokes touch the heart
“In the garden” Fragrant rose perfumes the air… the Spirit soars! Amira En el jardín Rosa fragante perfuma el aire… el Espíritu se eleva! Amira
My first attempt at Haiku, without any rules…just a moment frozen in time, an inspiration from the garden: “Thirst Quenched” Watering the garden, diamonds sparkling on leaves, Thirst quenched! Amira Mi primer intento en Haiku, sin reglas … solo un momento congelado en el tiempo, una inspiración del jardín: ¡Sed saciada! Regando…
I see you sad and pensive -the gardener said to the silent girl.
Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins,
Where iris dabble their feet
So when I looked at those flowers,
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;