In my Garden

Memories both good and bad emerged like incessant embers.

My heart partially burnt in those embers and still survived.

I placed my heart in my garden and roamed there for something.

A blue jay looked at me and red robin flew as he was too busy to be with me.

Author's Note

Gardening is a form of helpful therapy.

Reviews

[mou]

Good or bad, they hurt. Indeed, gardening has fresh breaths. Lovely poem
- mou

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I was thinking maybe "embers"?

I really like the last line...I live on a street named for that jay...and red robins fly by all the time.