The Garden's Thorn
gardening without gloves
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Dusk, looming to wrap the moonlight around you
wiltering to a dream state of mind
is it time?
The garden scape makes it way to my desires
the moon telling me the time
making way for a glass thermometer
these outdoor plants in the dropping temperature
tonight a blanket of the first snow
exasperating gasps of the frigid air
embracing the brisk cold
crisping the lush greenary
nitrogen escaping the soiled earth
breathing life into the growth
pruned back to the stem
a touch of care
my mourning wakes to a fresh bloom
the petals burst and felter beneath on the ground
a glimpse of life and regrowth lay on the earth undone in its nature
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