The Garden
The garden that we set apart to become you, this garden of our garden, and each of us in season yesterday, today and tomorrow for the garden’s breath, our leaves take dust by dust and bloom in the strength of the sunlight.
Let all darkness cease! Put on your blossom, while our sweet fruits descend, pink and lovely fruit, and partake of the garden’s quiet.
A moist, pale flower, taped by the low sun makes food for the flower, sweet and light as air.
- HD Hilda Doolittle