Sorrow has wings inside which
cat-gardening puts out seeds
then works to grow and nurture
A tiny affordable cool harbor of
Something very like happiness or
Its miniscule huts of hope & calm
Where the embrace from peace
Comes to begin another season
Of rose embossed empathy &
Several new strands of energy
And plans for voyages of wealth
That heal the planet and coax the
World to adopt vegetarian sense
Ban factory farming, cheap meat
The rat had shat all over the house and on the front steps and our hearts sank. We took a cutting from a green fittonia and put it on the small round pot on the step near the door. The pink fittonia had blossomed inside the glass bottle and cheered us up. The rain had washed all the plants for us.
The pink polka dots made an instant pretty gift from today inside the small shoe found on the road and the green Wandering Jew shimmered inside a square bowl of plain water. The purple Gynura glistened and painted the cool rainy day with its blue burnish. Against the glum worry of rat shit littering the front steps and worse, the book shelf, the lemon grass luring the cat-gardeners to nibble it, the sheen of the bottle green ivies, and the creeper dressing up the house and the walls and the ledges with its scented white baby flowers heals the rat’s creepy coils.
A butterfly visited the terrace and fluttered past the heart to comfort it.
Free gifts from the garden scented the day like perfume from paradise.