The New Gardener


The New Gardener


The garden first felt the plowshare

mute seeds await warmer weather

when golden morning;

dew kissed beginning.

Crops growing,

bloom’s treasure.


Beneath once deepest snow drifts grow

ice solid grip and cold winds blow

new buds harbingers,

first fruit conjurers.


work renewed.




7 April 2018

NaPoWriMo 2018





Clogyrnach poetic form

Six lines outlined as rhyme and syllable scheme:

1  A (8)

2  A (8)

3  B (5)

4  B (5)

5  B (3)

6  A (3)

I went for two stanzas.

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