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
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.