Rabbits In The Garden

Rabbits In The Garden

 

 

The fog burnt off slowly this morning,

I can barely see the stream

that runs behind the house.

I know it’s there

cause I hear the music

the rippling water plays

just beyond my reach.

It calms me,

eases the tension

left over from last night’s dreams.

 

These dreams,

like this morning fog,

are wispy,

and dissipate

as I try hard to hold on to them.

Once solid,

they soften, then fade,

as memories often do.

 

But today,

as I sit and watch,

baby rabbits grow fat

eating the lettuce

I planted in the garden.

I am reminded,

nothing lasts forever;

that life is both beautiful,

and cruel.

 

It also reminds me,

in harsh dreams,

the taste of your lips,

the feel of your skin,

the warmth of your laughter;

and like dreams,

have dimmed in my mind

no matter how hard

I try to remember.

 

And yet, there you are,

wispy, ghost like,

just out of reach.

 

Hope and desire,

generally welcomed emotions;

but, I wish

they would leave me

alone.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 5.23.18

Author's Note

...thanks for reading...

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I’m sorry that you’ve left the Café, but I found this in my library & wanted to jot a quick note of appreciation. There’s so much imagery that could be taken from my own situation as far as rabbits eating my garden, etc. I love the way this transitions into a lovelorn ending, so heartfelt, as your best writing always has been (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Sami Khalil]

Your writing is very inviting, warm, romantic. You spill your thoughts and feelings in a marvelous way. Your garden blooms.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we wish they would leave us alone, those memories...but at the same time we certainly wouldn't want to live without them, either.
live is both beautiful and cruel...and that is the wisdom of a poet who has lived it.
really good piece.
j.