Voices on the Wind Voices in the Garden
Reflections in the Garden by Stephanie Wheat Toes reach perfectly Touching rare ground Hungering for a light that feeds. Wild stones capture melodic rich water Raining copper through soil Seeds speak. Insects kiss windshields Simply caught in the wind Twisting to feel the breeze. The dead of a tree is the very thing Giving branches the courage to reach. Towards the sun shapes bend Hidden surfaces rise Compost stirs all the buried things In the Garden I dance, fail, shine, hope, breathe and die Over and over Iím brought to my knees. In the flowers reflection the Goddess stands high Dear birds, irreplaceable bees.