As winter releases it's icy grip, and sun's kiss warms the ground,
my hands plunge into rich, dark earth, to spread the seeds around.
I tuck the germinated seeds inside their earthly beds,
and patiently I wait to see them to rear their lovely heads.
Newborn leaves of velvet green, soak up the sun's bright rays,
reaching for the bright, blue sky to greet the golden blaze.
The longing in my troubled soul is gentled and renewed,
as each new bud and flowering shoot, a miracle, protrudes.
When at last a bloom appears, the magic can be heard,
in every bee who buzzes by, and hum of hummingbirds.
My nurturing and loving care creates this wondrous place.
Bee Balm, and chrysanthemum and the pretty pansy face.
Waiting for the winter's chill, my patience at an end.
I cannot wait to feel rich earth between my hands again.
My yard is pure serenity, from heaven up above,
and all I do is help a bit by showering it with love.
Lisa Doesburg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-green-heaven/
