
At each day’s end, I visit
my gardens, to see
what has changed.
I’m greeted by open faces –
unguarded, offering
their unique gifts
that bring joy
and healing
to a world weary spirit.
poems and images from daily living
At each day’s end, I visit
my gardens, to see
what has changed.
I’m greeted by open faces –
unguarded, offering
their unique gifts
that bring joy
and healing
to a world weary spirit.