Garden Duty
It is no witchcraft,
this metamorphosis of garden.
For these past weeks,
I have been a whirlwind
of paintbrush, clippers, shovel and trowel—
shifting and planting plants,
then placing offerings
on the ledge built into the freshly-painted garden wall.
Plants stripped of their dead leaves
and spaced between stone hearts
give new breath
to this beloved garden, grown rough with age.
in the former birdbath now filled
with dirt and profuse with flowers,
flightless birds of clay
are guardians of a fledgling
fallen from its nest and buried here.
Birds that can fly, do,
then circle home
to weave between the tree limbs and the vines—
One guardian on the highest limb
a sentinel perhaps for all.
It’s striden call
signing a mystery
the gardener has no hand in.
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 675 the prompt words are: witchcraft metamorphosis garden whirl fly siren sign breath stone circle

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A beautiful poem Judy.
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Thanks, Sadje…
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Delightful
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Beautifully rendered, Judy!
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Terrific use of prompts produced a delightful poem.
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I actually wrote it on Sunday but then hated it so never finished it. Found it today, deleted the last stanza and did a bit of work on it and liked it enough to post but still not my favvorite.
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I thought it was very well done.
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Thanks, Dolly.
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You are welcome.
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