Door long forgotten or ignored immured in lush walls of green.
Decades passed without gentle gardener's care.
Overgrown or withered in grief thick with brush and storm ravaged.
Years, hence fallen oak's lightning smashed limbs, den for vermin or barren plot, once rife with roses and lilies.
But a skilled farmer glimpses possibility, wishing to rebuild with persistence and grace, hinges creak, he assesses devastation.
Brambles and rot cleared off, reveals moist and rich humus. Sun shines yet and rains fall, but the garden must heal herself.
Jennifer D. Behnke - June 3, 2013 - Illustration by Russell Barnett
