I Am the Garden

 

I Am the Garden

I am the garden.

I am sure you have guessed this by now from the way

I keep lamenting about the change of seasons,

the fallen apples, the broken branches,

the general asymmetry of trees

and the way the birds repeat themselves.

I am the garden.

The metaphor is not original.

I know you expected more,

but weed tends to take over

if you are too forgiving

or sentimental.

  GloPoWriMo Day 22