I YIELD once more to the gardener’s urge. Dreaming daily of new seeds, new plants, my desk is littered with sketches and graph paper. I DELVE into books and websites, ever hopeful. Parallel to the hope is the sad thought that this year I will fail again, that I will be thwarted, success will ELUDE me. Is it a testament to the human spirit, this dogged determination? Or just foolish human delusions?

Georg’ann

Waking to a WHITE dusted landscape
Simplicity of the SPARE branches adorned
as if dipped in white chocolate
for a sugarplum dream
Far from the realm of the laboratories
where we spend our days developing technology to CLONE
The desire to replicate structure,
serves to ELUDE genuine appreciation of the original
Essence is and isn’t in the structure
of these elegant branches outside my window

Heather