The Insolent Gardener

With a surely equal measure of
potency and impudence I welcome
the season's warming sun, gentle breezes
and rainy forecast, grasping my garden
tools with the profound affect of a
gardener whose planting fervour
will not be deterred. We bargain
with nature, call upon our shared
occupation; she the mistress of all life
we emulating and worshipping her
ineffable power, we seduced by
the errant belief our skills reflect
hers as we plant and pamper
preen and chortle with delight
at success and mourn the failures
because she jealously chooses
to intervene with inclemency to
teach another lesson, the prudent
benefit of modesty, setting pride aside.