The Gardener
Never covered in winter
Never watered
But for the whims of chance clouds
Never fed
But by the searching’s of desperate roots
No cultured rose is this
And yet
And yes
This one is exquisite
Let us bring it
To our gardens
Giving color
Where before was only cultured foliage
We will find a place
For a wild flower
Let us take it to our gardens
We will find a place!
Michele Marie
