A garden's bud

A tender bud in the garden rests,

Waiting on the suns magic for skyward to stretch.

By shade of night this bloom will sleep,

and with Springs tender rains the flower's root runs deep.

With hope and care the blossom blooms

and with time to spare a friendship is groomed.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

delightful ... a herald of Spring ... and how tender and nurturing we should all treat the friendships we have ...your poem brought several blooms to mind for me ... i lost track of you Cherrie! ... there are so many avenues at the Cafe' ... your poem has reawakened my gratitude for Spring .. such a special time of year ... i just noticed you live near the White! I do too! just outside Mountain View ... we are practically neighbors ... love on ya .. peace and joy and health to you and your family ...perhaps we can run into each other one of these days! :)
E.

[Cherrie]

we are, I work in mtn home, we will have to make lunch plans here in a bit

[Einstein Noodle]

i would love that! :)

[barleygirl]

This simple little plant life cycle poem brings so much into my mind. First, I came within 50 feet of having to evacuate a few days ago, so I'm going thru a love affair with my garden now, since I didn't have to leave it to perish. Second, I just saw a documentary that showed all the ways that plants communicate, yet they don't have a brain, so how is this intelligence manifested? Nobody knows. You show this marvel in vivid details, full of feeling like I have for my plants too. I hope you & your loved ones are safe with all the crap raining down these days! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Cherrie]

Year's ago in the 80's i heard an account of a 4 yr old who died and went to Heaven, after the doctor revived him, he told his mother that even the flowers in heaven can sing. Which makes me think of the bible verse that says ...if he don't praise Him the rocks will cry out. Those two thkngs make me see nature a new.
You have been in my prayers wild fire is a heartless beast.
Has the winds shifted, I pray you have a hedge of protection and rain. Lots of rain.
We are all doing well, and you keep a watchful eye out. Cherrie

[barleygirl]

I am in awe of you for making that connection between flowers singing & rocks crying out! I admire writers who do such profound pondering that ends up in poems . . . a contrast to my more slapdash way of approaching poetry. Thank you for your well-wishing & now I'm completely out of harm's way (altho millions are not!)

[Cherrie]

I'm glad you are safe I hope the rains come so much is at stake.

I am a pantser through and through. Even in life I fly by the seat of my pants, after the fact I can see, what I know, hope for, and believe mingle together in my poems. However, I may kill you off in a good, who done it. Lol

[Dave Brown]

The magic of spring.........

[Cherrie]

:) thank you Dave
For stopping by and leaving your feedback.

[Davidgeo]

I like how you put "the sun's magic.." right next to the "shade of night..."

right after a "tender bud in the garden rests"...


If I didn't know any better I would assume this is about growing things.

[Cherrie]

You know I wanted it to be about a friendship, tender and new, mot profound by any means but I like the ring of it.

[Neville]

Precious indeed.. true friendship is a guardian knot that angel hands have tied... well poemed my friend..

[Patricia Wedel]

A very precious poem... the blossom blooms... friendship is groomed... yes it’s all about flowers that blink and nod when storm clouds sleep beneath clouds... and sometimes weep. gently, Pat

[Robert Trakofler]

boy do i feel like that flower lately to much root and not enough shoot:) do please hurry up sun... I need to bud:) but in the meantime I will smile after reading this MonCherrie:)

[poetgurl]

This is such a beautiful write, I am anxiously awaiting for spring time. Lovely read

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a nice allegory on friendship...
how it waits to be awakened...but this could also appeal to the situation at hand...we are waiting for the sun to shine again, there has been a dark shadow hanging over us.
and when Spring is allowed to really come to us, there will be hope for a future again...
and friendships will return to a face to face bloom.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and wonderful poem written. My garden plants are sneaking out. I hope the warm days of Spring are coming. Thank you dear Cherrie for sharing the wonderful poetry.
Coyote