The Gardener

Poem By Allesandra Patti

Intent on her task, she gazes
at the earth, stooping.
Raking parched leaves, she scoops
them up with gloved hands,
the black plastic bag protesting

against the wind.

See how she removes a glove
and wipes her brow,
the back of her hand riddled with
the sands of time.
See how she turns her weathered
face to the warming sun:

a lover’s kiss.

Wrinkled as the leaves
beneath her feet, she tells the tale
of a life well-lived, wise eyes
blinking against the noon-day sun:

A day of bliss.

And now her eyes scan
the horizon and back again
to her precious garden, pride
in her achievements shining through
like an emerald crown,
lighting up the orchard:

too keen to miss.

Watch as she walks
to the nearby shed,
dragging her heavy black burden
over the pebbled landscape.

The years have served her well:
strong, still willing to carry on...
marching down her golden days...

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Comments about The Gardener

i like this alot, the tone is nice. when you say ' watch as she walks, see how she removes, ' causes one to try to visualize her actions, lots of imagery :) 'See how she turns her weathered face to the warming sun: a lover’s kiss.' is very sweet, as if we have walked in on a most intimate moment.


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