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