#291 – Operation
for Sunday Scribblings
There is something about your sweet earth
and the things you cause to grow in it
There is something about the trees, the birds, the air
You have operated on my heart.
I find you close as I tend the plants we chose together
you drawing me in love to colour, form and leaf
There is something about the warm spring sun on my face
You have operated on my heart
On my knees in the garden
tending to plants
there a little part of heaven kisses the earth
and you operate on my heart.