I am overworked
\nputting the garden to bed.
\nGathering the roughage of leaves,
\nsacking limbs and twigs
\nfrom the bushes.
\nOpening the kimono
\nof Japanese Anemones,
\nand tidying their roots.
\nThe harmonies of space and time
\nclosing the pages of summer.<\/p>\n
Loathing the cold,
\nloving snow and virginal kismet.
\nThings will happen.
\nWhat was spoiled become new,
\na prophesy of seeds and bulbs.
\nThe throaty calls of spring,
\nas catastrophes change
\nin the serenade of seasons,
\nand the faith of infinities.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am overworked putting the garden to bed. Gathering the roughage of leaves, sacking limbs and twigs from the bushes. Opening the kimono of Japanese…<\/p>\n