Seed Porn

Cafe Writing February prompts about love of gardens. Anyone who gets catalogs in the mail will understand the title of this post and the poem I wrote.

Option Five: Poetry

From December to March, there are for many of
us three gardens:
the garden outdoors,
the garden of pots and bowls in the house,
and the garden of the mind’s eye.
- Katherine S. White

Using the quotation above as your inspiration, write a poem (any form is fine) about gardens.

“Dirty Hands”

the pallid drifts cover my garden, the Full
Snow Moon and
rainbow crystals, the
deep longing for
green

wait for restless children to sleep, the Full
Snow Moon and
glossy pages, the
deep longing for
green

trembling hand caresses pictures, the Full
Snow Moon and
packet seeds, the
deep longing for
green

racing heart sees exotic forms, the Full
Snow Moon and
blooming bush, the
deep longing for
green

exhilaration in correct zone, the Full
Snow Moon and
furtive call, the
deep longing for
green

impatiently wait special delivery, the Full
Snow Moon and
fragrant hope, the
deep longing for
green

dripping ice lengthening sun, the Full
Worm Moon and
robins call, the
deep longing for
green

working soil tender treasure, the Full
Pink Moon and
dirty hands, the
deep longing for
green