Ode to the Garden

Ode to the Garden

A Sonnet by Linette Bonghan

My fast garden, you inspire me to write.

How I love the way you prune, weed and plant,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the peaceful scant.

Let me compare you to a charming eye?

You are more beautiful and vast.

Past drought dries the big picnics of July,

And summer has the calm mooring mast.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.

I love your aghast crops, green and flowers.

Thinking of your broadcast green fills my days.

My love for you is in the sweet small hours.

Now I must away with a magic heart,

Remember my large words whilst we're apart.