The garden is a map of patience, its soil holding secrets of yesterday’s rain and tomorrow’s hunger. Each season bends the air toward promise, and I walk its narrow paths as though rehearsing for a time not yet born.
The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape. Their roots drink the buried silence; their leaves converse with wind, half in green, half in gold. I do not own them, though I tend them—my pruning shears clumsy prayers, my watering a ritual of faith.
Birds carry the seeds further than my reach, sketching continuance into hillsides I will never see. When I press my palm against the bark, I feel not wood but memory thickening, an unfinished story sealed in rings. What waits will ripen slowly, a sweetness that belongs to mouths I will never know.
Photo credits: Green and brown grapes during daytime by Jose alfonso sierra, Unsplash.
Posted for Prosery: Yvor’s Time and the Garden @dVerse Poets Pub
26 Responses
I really feel that you worked the line into the garden as a metaphor for how we have to wait for the reward of the fruits
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the prose piece resonated with you 💄❤️
I love the opening phrase, Sanaa, the ‘garden is a map of patience’ – it’s so true! And the idea of pruning shears as clumsy prayers, and feeling ‘not wood but memory thickening, an unfinished story sealed in rings’.
Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😍 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Gorgeous writing to the line, Sanaa. I adore this:
“I do not own them, though I tend them—my pruning shears clumsy prayers, my watering a ritual of faith.”
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I love this, Sanaa! You sense of emotion tied to the natural is so wonderful. The images of rings and silent roots is perfect! The idea that we do not own nature, we just tend and nurture it is so true!
Well done!!!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so glad the prose piece spoke to you 💄❤️
Your gatden “a map of patience” truly resonates with Yvor Winters’ poem
Much♡love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I really like the following line, “their leaves converse with wind, half in green, half in gold.” This is really sharp. Plants garden plants in particular seem to be communicating with every element available the sun, the moon, the soil, the pollinators, and the gardener. Thank you very much. I really enjoyed reading this.
Thank you so much, Aaron 😀 so glad the prose piece resonated with you 💄❤️
I love these last lines, Sanaa:
I feel not wood but memory thickening, an unfinished story sealed in rings. What waits will ripen slowly, a sweetness that belongs to mouths I will never know.
Beautiful title for a beautiful prose! 👏👏👏
Thank you so much, Jay 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Thank you so much, Nolcha 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Nicely done.
❤️❤️❤️
The Prose and Poems you gift us have magic capable of transporting us to another realm … each time, a wonderful place to be.
Awwww gosh! Thank you so much, Helen 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Such a gorgeous and insightful piece of poetic prose from start to finish, Sanaa. Love all of it, especially the final stanza 💕
Thank you so much, Sunra 😀 so glad the prose piece resonated with you 💄❤️
A story of hope, one that I feel is contained in the seeds of being, this is a powerful poem Sanaa. ❤️
Thank you so much, Paul 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
“as though rehearsing for a time not yet born.” It seems sometimes as though this is all we’re ever doing.
“The future gathers in vine, bush, and tree: Persimmon, walnut, loquat, fig, and grape. Their roots drink the buried silence;”❤️
Thank you so much, Melissa 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️