they say her creative energy
                   was swallowed by  the garden    

morning after morning
    the birds called her to join them                
                    while they dug worms

she would water, deadhead, feed and prune  

survey the spread
                      of the succulents and artemesia

kiss the wild blue phlox
          the emerging lilies,
                                       dark red with chartreuse centers 

rub basil and lavender
               onto her fingers

        back bent
        heart full              
she could not relate to the blank page