Grown Back Garden

jwhhobbs22

Jan 10, 2025

1 min read

The sound of running rain

Set tufts of gold and green

Unruly as my own hair

And beckoning

To be mowed and tidied

Consistently

Like the other chores and challenges

To elevate my life.

Nothing waits

The sigh of falling water

Shoots of grass and root and weed

Only the mind makes tangles and hassles

When we do not face them

And learn from simple things

Cycle as the passing seasons

Rise and fall like nights and days

As part and steward of nature

Our human roots and earth-bred soil

Should set the pattern, not the barren

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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