Things That Live Forever
Still, wherever I gaze
the wilderness has escaped
and overrun my tame, well-mannered garden.
I’ve put in stone walkways –
weeds thrive in the cracks between the stones.
I dig them out, chop up their roots –
they resurrect themselves.
I throw down cardboard, cover it with compost
hoping to smother the poison ivy patch that mocks me yearly.
It dies down and then smugly grows back.
I pour poison on the noxious weeds…
they eat it up and grow on.
Bindweed strangles my basil
while clothed in the white beauty of floral adornment
as though it were a wild Morning Glory,
it’s roots ten feet under the ground
safe from the menace of my shovel.
This earth will outlive me,
as she has outlived so many others – species and ages
and she will continue to send forth weeds
through the cracks between the stones.
So this morning I only sit here
with my coffee
looking out with new admiration
at the wild things in my garden.
5 thoughts on “The Beautiful Bindweed”
The beauty of what we call weeds. Mother Nature has other plans. ♡♡♡♡
Enjoyed the writing!!!
Thanks for reading. Yes Mom Nature has a plan of her own it seems….
I love the phrase: “they eat it up and grow on” (play on words with what we expect–“go on”) and “safe from the menace of my shovel”. The reality of 10 foot roots, oy. Beautiful pic, too.