• Simon

Garden of Time

Updated: Feb 27

I did some freeflow writing today and eventually wound up writing about a "tidsblomst", or time flower. It intrigued me and I managed to follow the traces of my pencil to something like a little poem.

Where minutes grow and seconds fall

on the earth that does not know

Curiosity is flowing from my eyes

into the pots and beds with seeds tucked in so neatly

in blankets of soil warmed by the sun

who embraces earth in her gentle gaze

melting the mist of mornings

What about these hours hanging on the tree, so round and delicious?

What shall I make of them?

Perhaps take a bite?

or let them be

turning into somber thoughts?

Days uncountable soak up the rain

they applaud the wind that swiftly strokes the turning weeks

making them bristle ever so slightly

Strong months hold me steady when I climb the years

to fasten the swing for the children to come.

As a pendulum for their own time

I lean myself against decades facing south

It feels as if they would never leave

And I feel proud when I see them

sitting in their shades

in my aging garden