I made of me a Garden
dug, raked and hoed
but in the wrong season did I plant it
impatient for the crop to grow
the soil was not ready

the crop lies withered
its' roots too shallow
unable to sustain the growth above
the initial bloom a deception
my joy short-lived

but the seeds I stored
now is the season
so I have begun my new Garden
this time with careful love
the bounty awaits me

Nice one, Leonardo.

Simple but DEEP.

I got something from it, thanks...

Cheers, bee

Glad you like it. Sometimes simple is best!

wow, yeah, i totally agree with bee, it is a lovely analogous peice Leo, lovely

thank you Leo . that was lovely. I like and prefer simple , it doesn't conjest .

The bounty cometh forth after the rains.

Wow, you should write more often, Leo. That was profoundly simple, yet simply profound.

Awww...(Not condescending, just....awwwwwwww)

I feel such disappointment in this. I like the refreshing burst of hope you leave as a note of closure. Wonderful