Watering can soothe

I sweltered in my car. A metal box, arid and non-living.

Then with a click, she emerged. Cradling a watering can

wearing a top blue as an April sky.

To revive a beloved garden of England.

Or perhaps Japan: so lovingly fed and swept in to place

by delicate hands. All ferns and fronds.

 

From my swamp of heat I was cooled… by the whispered

grace of water. Poured gently and with effortless care.

Not one drop wasted.

The sight was good for sore eyes.

For in this oasis I felt becalmed

to witness such grace.

 

Copyright Tom Tide 2017

5 Comments Add yours

  1. Louise Bowler says:

    That’s really beautiful. Thank you!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Tom Tide says:

      You are very welcome. Thank you for inspiring me.

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  2. Tom Tide says:

    I would love to hear what you think about any others of mine that you read.

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  3. Thank you for sharing. It was a pleasant read.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Tom Tide says:

      You are most welcome. It was a lovely moment x

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