Leenhouts Garden

I can smell the garden on you.
I see your hands covered in dirt.
I see your shoulders are burnt from being in the garden all day.
You smell like wild flowers and top soil.
When I lean into you to see if you are sleeping
I can see that you are making love to the sofa and pillows that cress you.
I can hear you breathing deeply.
I sit there and watch you sleep in your sun dress.
You’re like a cat lying in the sun.
So at peace, so tranquil.
I see you had some crackers and cucumbers from the garden.
I take you plate and glass of half drank lemonade to the kitchen.
I bring you back some water for when you wake.
I look out the back window and look at all the work you did in the
Garden.
Sun flower, carrots, raspberry bushes, lettuce, and your
Favourite cucumbers.
I love looking at the big sunflowers
All the time you put into them.
I think I hear you waking up.
I go and watch you sleep and read my
Book.
I’ll wait and see you first open your eyes.
And I’ll tell you about smelling the garden on you.
 
Feb 12, 13, 14, and 15/2012