Saturday, 31 December 2011
Friday, 23 December 2011
Blessings to the Gardener
Blessings to the gardener
Who turns his back to the rain,
Who bends his knee to soil and stone,
Whose quiet hands,
Cracked and black with juices
The robin loves.
Whose master is daylight,
Whom the moon allows,
Who searches the skies,
Whose hunger tells the time.
Whose blade is sharp
Who knows a spell
For every blight and blow,
Whose work folk attribute to God,
Who turns the loam to flowers..
Morvah ~ Christmas 2011
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