Seasons, by Don Tassone

18/10/2024

I walked through a garden
Filled with plants
From seeds I had sown

One section was vibrant
Its plants grown from seeds
Of compassion and hope

Another was sparse
Its plants grown from seeds
Of fear and despair

All around me
A patchwork of beauty and blight
The seasons of my life

7 Comments

peppermint

18/10/2024 12:23:40 pm

Oh, yes! We're even told that plants respond to the way in which they are spoken. We do plant seeds, good or bad, then nourish them positively or negatively. Our choice. Good to read your poetry!

Kathy K.

18/10/2024 02:50:42 pm

Ahh, Don. Not all of us have your courage in facing that part of our garden. Not only does it reflect our imperfections, it shows us where to work, to focus. Much easier to look away.

Don Tassone link

19/10/2024 11:01:13 am

Thank you both for your thoughtful comments.

Libby Belle link

19/10/2024 04:09:54 pm

Lovely. Simply lovely. Just like today here in Austin, Texas. Fall has finally arrived. A season of reflection is upon us. Thank you for the reminder.

Don Tassone link

19/10/2024 06:50:05 pm

Thank you, Libby!

Sue Clayton

22/10/2024 05:08:45 am

A garden cultivated from life itself.

Don Tassone link

22/10/2024 06:26:41 pm

Yes. Thanks, Sue.

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