Quiet Gardening

Now only regret
Now only a tree
Now it did not appear a woven wooden tapestry
Now the shadows did not fall like lace in fall
Now only regret
Now only a tree
Blowflies did not look like they were draped in lapis
Taking on the winter of sickly pale maggots
Now wildflowers were weeds on the brick path to his house
When they used to be tiny amethyst shards brimming with night
Now it was only the night
Spring showers were once alive to dance and feel the divine
Not simply to divide the seasons with symbols of time
Now he lies to himself that it was the whistle through tree leaves he missed
When it was really his ability to believe
Now only regret
Now only a tree

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Joel Lester is a Musician, Composer, Poet and Writer from New Zealand. This blog is an online portfolio of his collected works. Joel is currently working on a book of poetry to be released next year, a novel, an album of original music, and several chamber ensemble pieces.

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