|Voices on the Wind||Voices in the Garden|
Gardens of Verse by Larry Turner for Fellow Poet Jeanne Sulik My wisps and sprouts in years will grow. Their frightening show of life I meet more oft with shears than spade and hoe. Topiary, thatís my aim. Control and balance, every leaf and twig in place. No sign of root or branch reveals the life within. Machete scarce can penetrate yours. The growth spreads lush and dank, fed, as I now half believe, with blood of human sacrifice.