My Garden {A Wild, Untamed Poem by TJ}

Inspired by the untamed and self sown beauty that is a small section of my garden, left mostly to it's own devices during our unusually hot summer. I am a wilting flower in hot temperatures so I was unable to tend and reign in much of it but...it THRIVED. And thankfully, these flowers aren't as delicate as their mama! All photos are unretouched and unfiltered, as the beauty of nature simply cannot be improved upon by such, in my humble opinion.

I present to you my wild, untamed, rambling thoughts that mirror the garden as I visited her at sunrise...

My garden is a wild child 

running free with tousled hair.

she has waves of flaming auburn,

and a freckle sprinkled nose,

ne'er a care, and burdens none,

laughing as she goes.

this moment is what she lives for,
tomorrow is not a thought.
my garden is a wild child,
her living not for naught.

today her flowers blossom,
tomorrow they will fade
it is her lot and all is well
as she rests beneath the shade.

will you let your garden blossom?
running yon and here and there?
living as a wild child,
like my garden, will you dare?

Thanks for stopping by and visiting my sweet garden!

💋xo, TJ