A Gardener’s Love Affair

A Gardener’s Love Affair

The Winter conjunction of two lovers’ hands, The quiet movement of priority, And a folding of importance, Dreaming of losing but finding instead, unity. In an unknowingly familiar structure, She holds it. What it is I cannot imagine. A formless and struggling thing. The something I thought would come When I called for it with the others. She absorbs this creature, Or rather Becomes it, And crinkles her nose In the cutest fashion As the metamorph…