owen plotkin journal

My little garden
here I am
my dear little garden
be mine.
you are quiet and
you are patient
you ask little,
just room to grow
my little garden
in a little space
your green, delights
your color, magnetic.
your fragrance,
is subtle, seductive
to bees.
You live and bloom
bloom again and die
and live again.
Each day, with sleeping
and coming awake, we live
like a garden. Only, finite.

my little garden digital video Owen Plotkin