Harrington Hardly Hesitated🌹

   
As an habitual gardener, past,    
When showers would oft herald in the spring,    
It was an honor for me when I’d see    
E’er tiny sprigs’ eager draw to new light.    
    
In a season’s burst of horticulture,    
The days find me out, long cultivating.    
I’m filled with a joy’s everlasting love,    
To give all of this growth hopeful haven.    
   
I’m kneeled as in prayer, a spade to the earth,    
Just like the rich soil in olde Hawaii).    
Lilac, & honeyed suckle on the vine,    
Are maturing near walkways & trellis.    
   
In the locality of hedge rows, squared,    
With their snow-gray hoar frost in a section,    
Resembles a maze in Red Queen’s garden,    
Except I, with my dead-headed roses.
 
 
 
 
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019