Garden Promise
The promise of a garden: growth;
no guarantees this budding runs
proportionate to sweat and tears.
Our efforts and those blooms diverge
much as branches of these trees
following no certain paths
from toiled soil toward the sky.
Now time reminds us nothing may
coax gold roses from these thorns.
So glories in their mornings rise
according more to June's caprice
than perfect weather, states, or hopes,
confirming us, our humble part,
in nature's changing ways and art.
Garden Promise © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
View this poem at AllPoetry.com
Planting, effort - challenge prompt link:
https://allpoetry.com/contest/2725146-The-Fruit-of-Toil
Submitted: May 25, 2019