Tuesday, 23 April 2013

3. Serenity

From the sequestered garden nook,
I look out upon a poem -
mysterious and joyful.

It has a beginning
and an end;
and so, at last,
I leave the quiet eye of the storm,
and go back into the whirlwinds
to await the next calamity.

But I can call forth the poem:
and in the scent of leaf and dirt,
there is serenity.

© 2013 Wendy Bourke

1 comment:

  1. I had some "growing pains" launching Whatnot and your good wishes got lost in a bit of shuffling about - but did not go unseen. Thanks Jennifer (Poet Laundry) once again for your support.