Where weeds grow
\nflowers grow.
\nThe thistle behind Catherine\u2019s
\ngarage.
\nSturdy and tall.
\nChih\u2019s sunflower,
\nslender but taller still,
\nhalfway to the gutter.
\nGoldenrod,
\nalmost three feet high,
\nbecome lucent
\nin the summer light.
\nThen autumn
\nfrom the frost of night,
\nred and yellow hair,
\ndimming where love was.<\/p>\n
In a patch of wild weeds,
\na hundred flowers,
\ntwo hundred shades
\nof green,
\nas many shapes
\nas there are size,
\nindigo,
\nmilk,
\nflecks of flame,
\nall with one rule.
\nShare the light,
\nshare the rain,
\nhold up your brother,
\nsister,
\nstand aside,
\nmake room for one another.<\/p>\n
The way the world plants
\na garden.
\nEnough for all,
\nif all share,
\nthe prettiest place of all,
\nbehind the garage,
\na flower
\nfor each and everyone
\nwho loves wild,
\nwhere birds fly,
\nand insects come.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where weeds grow flowers grow. The thistle behind Catherine\u2019s garage. Sturdy and tall. Chih\u2019s sunflower, slender but taller still, halfway to the gutter. Goldenrod, almost…<\/p>\n