Garden construction:

The soil tilled, watered,

made fertile; each clump

a mouth waiting to be fed.

seeds scattered by hand

into the striving green dreams

of what they might become.

Structures decided upon, the where

and when; Goddess moon guides

from a sympathetic distance.

Stakes and strings wait,

tiny tendrils, like fingers,

clasp and lift towards the sun.

Come harvest, the poem

is spread before alert eyes

for readers to feast or shun.