
Cultivated by artistic hands
Pockets of excellence
Are tucked away behind Brownstones
In alleyways, along fences
Beneath windows.
Contained specifically for
Adherence to the limitation
Of space and light
Small gardens flourish
Where concrete brick and mortar dominate.
More than creating a living palette for
Personal expression
Urban gardeners also yearn to
Till, grow and nurture.
Hand tools are retrieved from storage.
Phones are silenced. Messages forwarded.
Music is heard.
With sacks of soil, flats of flower and herb
Plots are transformed until
Color is balanced with texture
Size with proportion.
In pots or boxes, on patio or porch
Blooms are pruned to perfection
Then punctuated
By sculpture and settee.
Neither Mac nor PC, are invited here.
Books rule!
Such are these fertile oases
Tranquil harbors which dilute the cacophony of the city.
Intended for respite to refresh and reflect
They are sanctuaries for human, bird and butterfly.


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Comments
thanks for the smile.
I'm not a gardener, just a guy whose front yard is going to be cited by the neighborhood yard police if I don't go clean it up.
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Where I live, you simply don't sit on the patio in June unless you're a rattlesnake or you enjoy the smell of burning flesh - your own.