I wish to see the garden,
the gardens—the tenth of an acre around my house—
hard surfaces I laid down,
soft earth I dug up,
the green,
the hues-floral,
successes after decades of error and trial,
the done, undone and yet to do,
a patch of lawn that will need cutting,
weeds that will have erupted,
and gifts from good seeds that dropped in.
Gardens of Pleasant Regret
on prospects of returning home
Bob Komives
Bob Komives
listen to squirrels, birds, and gate,
and I wish to walk with pleasure and companion
as I hear—with pleasant regret—
of what I missed in the days and evenings of my absence.
Fort Collins © 2007 :: Gardens of Pleasant Regret :: 0712
:: Listen to My Weather ::
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