The Autumn Garden
You could think I have my head in the sand
that I am in denial of the world
that I am escaping the noise of reality
to let my garden coax me out to wander here
to stop and capture images
to gaze at a purple pansy and feel a breathtaking gasp
and here I am following the curiosity
of an ornage-brown butterfly in the sasanqua blooms
a bubble bee like a lover nestling into the crux of a flower
it is hard to fathom here that the earth community
is in such dire circumstances and that the world
as a garden is a distant almost impossible dream.
Yet here hope for humanity sings with cyclic miracles
and how bright red echinaeca stand witness to some
gifted seeds planted and forgotten a few months back.
Colleen Keating
