I cannot tell you what overcame me this summer
that I so neglected my garden
life, I guess
I let others prune my bushes and weed my garden
and they almost destroyed it
But I know better
Every year in the garden is a new garden
and I expect that when the first robin returns
  a spiritual match will light the dry kindling inside of me
and nature will be faithful and there will be survivors
and I will begin again
walk barefoot on the earth
receive its energy
I'll dig out my gloves and hat
and tools

We'll begin the creative process all over again
and there will be joy