In The Garden <br /> <br />Upon Spring's birth, Winter's death. <br />Seeds and eggs and babes abound. <br />At last we smell Earth's heaving breath; <br />a fragrance tilled from from 'neath the ground. <br /> <br />Seeds and eggs and babes abound. <br />Passively, they bide their time <br />a fragrance tilled from 'neath the ground <br />drink in the fruit of heady wine. <br /> <br />Passively, they bide their time. <br />They labor to reach the highest clouds. <br />Drink in the fruit of heady wine <br />as Summer draws in the crowds. <br /> <br />They labor to reach the highest clouds <br />Dead heat begins to wane and chill <br />as Summer draws in the crowds <br />and ushers Autumn over the hill. <br /> <br />Dead heat begins to wane and chill <br />as cool Winter winds begin <br />and ushers Autumn over the hill <br />Then Spring is born again. <br /> <br />©2008 Dawn Slanker<br /><br />Dawn Slanker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-garden-failed-pantoum/
