Day in, day out in garden spaces;
between columns set by Italian cypresses,
through ivy gates into darker garden rooms,
I observe that nature is indeed a woman .
In ferns thirsting morning dew, in hot house blooms,
in sprigs, coils, thorns and Spanish moss hung low,
nature is unceasing incantation and sudden evocation,
Mother Nature is a witch for sure.
From spiraled arm sun; spring, summer, autumnal,
wind-driven weather and mayhem pollination
even upon parched and frozen ground,
botany thrives, botany sex abounds.
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