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 with a breathtaking gasp
at a nodding purple pansy
and here I am following the curiosity of an orange-
brown butterfly in the sasanqua blooms
and a gold-striped bee nestling like a lover
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 the bright red echinaeca stand witness to some
gifted seeds planted and forgotten a few months back.
Colleen Keating
