Cynefin: A Collection of Nature-Inspired Poetry

The Little Gardener

A wagon sat atop a hill
Its once fair charm succumbed to age

Exhausted wheels entwined by vines
And rotting wood encased by sage

Around its bed blond orchids thrived
And 'cross its bow carnations bloomed

Small buds of flowers soon poked through
Their petals blossomed, so well groomed

And on such shining days as these
A critter scurries up that moor

A chipmunk, yes, so fine and quick
Her wee heart brave, her stock secure

Such treasure held in her round cheeks --
A gift she stole from nature's hold

As through the valley she must go
Across the stream where sun shone gold

For once she reaches the moor's peak
And sees the wagon bask alone

She ventures 'neath its dusty hub
Where plants and herbs have never grown

The chipmunk lets her treasure drop --
A clutch of half-chewed flower seeds

And following her weekly chore
She digs through spongy ground and weed

She lets the seeds drop to the dirt
Then covers the soft hole with mud

For soon when light and rain have come
The new-born seeds will start to bud

The wagon sits atop that hill
Its garden tended all by hand

Its beauty sings to all below
That bless this ever-changing land

Originally published January 15th, 2017 on Books & Writing Amino