Poem of the Week
Each week we feature a poem by one of our authors. Take a few moments to enjoy it. And then, if you'd like to pass it along to a friend who could use a pause-poésie in their day, click on the "share this poem" link below.
The Gardener
Someone tells of beauty
in springtime furrows scraped
by the uneven quills of his rake.
He works bent over and intent
until the sun leaves an intimate
aura of red over distant hills.
Before trudging home
a cherry tree demands
his eye for form and design
so he grasps the bark
to shake confetti blossoms
over the columns of characters
in his raked calligraphy
that tells of how nothing lasts
and celebrates asymmetry.
Then he leaves for soup
entrusting his wabi-sabi
garden to the moon song
and in his absence, the flawed
beauty of scattered petals
wilt in celebration.
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