Tammy Daniels | Villanelle

Grown old, I let my garden overgrow.

A tangy fruit, a savory herb, oh! How

My flowers and my weeds together flow.

 

When I was young I planted in straight rows

And thought it clever to force blooms, but now

Grown old, I let my garden overgrow.

 

I cast my seeds now for the wind to sow

Or plant them through the gullet of a cow;

My flowers and my weeds together flow.

 

Those urgent lines begin to curve and bow

Both field and patio are dense with growth;

Grown old, I let my garden overgrow.

 

With necks outstretched and pert or heads hung low

Unbound my flowers do as they please now;

My flowers and my weeds together flow.

 

Through patient trials I have come to know

The natural wisdom of the world and so

Grown old, I let my garden overgrow;

My flowers and my weeds together flow.

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