Reciprocal Prompt / Memories of Garden
A Slice of Heaven
A poem
Is it a garden?
Or just a backyard,
green with pines and
prickly palmettos?
Is it a garden?
I planted two azaleas
among the trees,
and a handful of gingers.
Is it a garden?
I don’t keep it up,
no raking or fertilizing,
I let nature rule.
Is it a garden?
Or a path to the lake,
a walkway for birds,
squirrels, ducks, and me?
Is it a garden?
Legally not mine,
owned by all of us
in this community.
Is it a garden?
Or just the scene
from my porch,
where I sometimes write?
A garden, yes —
but so much more:
It’s my slice of heaven.
When I visited the townhome we later purchased, I didn’t know it sat on a lake. I didn’t even know there was a lake in the community. When the previous owner led me out the patio doors, through the porch, and down the stone path, I was totally enchanted and knew I’d found our new home.
© Dennett 2023
Here are two other stories for your reading pleasure:
Penny Grubb: Learning To See The World The Right Way
Shubha Apte: A Symphony of Sounds and Colours: My Favorite Morning Escape
