Poems about flowers and gardens

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Secret Garden: Lament For A Frozen Flower

Poetry for lovers of gardens and gardening and creating beauty in nature. Poems about Plants and Flowers and the smell of fresh flowers and dirt and the.

Garden Poems

Its smell reminds us in vestigial ways of fertility, vigor, life-force, all the optimism, expectancy, and passionate bloom of youth. We inhale its ardent aroma and, no matter what our ages, we feel young and nubile in a world aflame with desire. I know the beauty of our Lord by it. It may be this sort of confusion that we need more of. So in later years, I have grown in my garden as many flowers as possible for children to pick. I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.

Poems About Plants and Flowers

The idea of a garden, a cultivated enclosure, has always been important in poetic imagination. Find inspiration and beauty in these 10 classic poems about gardens.

A balance is struck. Control, servitude, respect, imagination, pragmatism, an ecological conscience, compliance, and a certain measure of mysticism and altruism all meld together to provide nurturance. Try to separate the various aspects into their constituent parts - grant any one of them the status of fundamental gardening definition and one soon skews the entire process. Put them back together again in the service of the two-way street called nurturance, and we express the state of grace called gardening. It is an insatiable passion, like everything else to which a man gives his heart. Control, servitude, respect, imagination, pragmatism, an ecological conscience, compliance, and a certain measure of mysticism and altruism, all meld together to provide nurturance. Through gardening, we feel whole as we make our personal work of art upon our land.

They'll spend the summer by Joshua Beckman They'll spend the summer Angel of Duluth by Madelon Sprengnether I lied a little. Done With by Ann Stanford My house is torn down Telling the Bees by Deborah Digges It fell to me to tell the bees Mother by Herman de Coninck What you do with time

I am, as I write, eating a strawberry, just the slightest bit tart, that I plucked from my garden this afternoon. Or, one could say I plucked it from the jaws of the so-far unidentified critter who dines in the garden. It is more likely a squirrel, and one with truly dreadful garden manners at that. The rest of the garden is flourishing, with the tomato, cucumber, pepper and tomatillo plants promising to produce soon a single plump tomato just popped up on one of the Early Girl plants this week, in fact. And the carrots are begging to be thinned. So while we all wait for our flowers to bloom, for our plants to produce, and for our neighborly critters to stop eating all the berries, enjoy this great collection of garden poems, from our garden to yours.

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