POEM A DAY 7:In the Garden of Poems
In the Garden of Poems
There once was a sad season when
clouds veiled us from our wanting.
And one poem in the garden
drowned in all the rain,
died under the hood of our hearts.
As we huddle beneath this canopy,
a storm rages and tosses trees in the surf.
Leaning our backs against this ancient cedar,
we talk of dying and what we leave behind.
We rummage our courage for words to love while
Rilke roars in his garden
and plants a child for us,
gives us a poem of delicious magnitude.
Almeda Glenn Miller is a Rossland-based writer, performer, and teacher.