Neville

No Gardener Required

No Gardener Required

 

Oh’ little garden

perfect ..

Any time of year,

regardless

of the seasons ..

With your

flawless yet so

delicate divide ..

Calling me

with whispers

from

somewhere

so well hidden ..

Tho’ not

so very deeply

rooted

much like a

sacred

vineyard laden ..

Where

a single scented

fuchsia now

smiles and thrives ..

Nigh on

two point five,

heavy

calloused fingers

wide ..

Without any

doubt well-tended

and so

very carefully

maintained ..

Regardless of so

many

probing tongues

and of course

those prying eyes ..