She came out to tend her <br />Sweetly poetic garden <br />When I close my eyes <br />I find they each strayed <br /> <br />Into my so hungry heart <br />At sunrise they endeared <br />Their golden bows and ties <br />Along those one hundred <br /> <br />Thirty three lines and rows <br />Some arranged in lines of <br />Five, then seven and five <br />Again, her personal <br /> <br />Sacred space, a haiku <br />Apostololic history <br />With truest natural <br />Leanings, linear love feasts <br /> <br />Then, were those half dozen <br />Or so double lined <br />Groupings each nestled <br />Two by two, holding hands <br /> <br />A romance linked in <br />A never-ending embrace <br />Couples that destiny sent <br />For vine-d passion-d <br /> <br />Tasty fruits that sing in <br />Harmony’s sweetest daily <br />Verse, all in the key of <br />Alleluia for Him <br /> <br />(A Bright New Day, Tennessee <br />December 26,2006)<br /><br />Debora Short<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-weeder/
