Gardening His Own Future
He had been working with us.
Then it was a van, tools, a loan,
wheelbarrow carting his life.
Spades waited like oven peels
longing to palm away some earth.
He snipped roses, lopped branches
shoveled dirt, edged lawns
as he ploughed a garden in his mind.
The rake that pulled in the sun
scraped away the leaves
scratched green blades of litter.
The past was being composted
leaving behind the sweat of a logo.
His hands were free, released
from the knot of a tie.
Gareth Culshaw lives in Wales, he loves the outdoors and
uses it to help him write. He has been published in various places in the UK
and USA.
Your title is perfect, Gareth, as is each detail of this man's life that leads to the gift of release in the last lines. So well-crafted and visually pitch-perfect! Thank you!
ReplyDeletetoo kind with those words Carolyn...thank you so much...
DeleteDear Gareth,
ReplyDeleteThank you for this image-rich piece.
Blessings,
Michael
thanks Michael...really helps these lovely comments..all the best for new year!
DeleteHi, Gareth,
ReplyDeleteLove the progression, and the ending...thank you!
Michele