Submissions by gramps

Just after dawn today, I walked the streets in peace,
No sounds except my footfalls and a robin seeking company.
Perhaps it was the robin's chirps that stirred within me deep,
Within a minute or two, my mind recalled a vivid chat
When a comely maiden asked if I could fertilize her garden.

A rush of heat arose within while recalling her request.
"I have no prospects for success," she said, "but I'd love to get your donation?"
Even now so many days after, my soul and center respond strongly with morning would,
But on life's journey so much has...

Unexpected, but not unwelcome, the first words for the day:
"I LIKE the idea of having you under my command," she said, then giggled.
It seems her way is to just get it all out there and then move to other topics,
Not unlike the night we had tea and asked if I would consider.

I LIKE the idea of being under her command, but am not sure what that means.
Her ways seem very gentle and those non-economic needs seem to build up,
The people we meet along the way might offer to fulfill,
But I think her meaning, her intent is that she would like to be able to...

The comely maiden
Asked the ancient one,
Can you cultivate my garden?

He scratched his bald skull
To brush away the dullness.
What do you mean, my dearest?
Your fertile garden is barren?
Yes, she said, but it ought not be
And you shall help me plant it.

She served him tea and with beckoning smile,
And all at once he "got it".
I'd be greatly honored, comely maiden
To plow my seed into your fertile soil.
But life is short and I may not see
The abundance of your harvest.