Is this a perennial joy?
I’m just a stressed out millennial boy.
Too afraid to throw my heart in
Ever since you tended my garden.
All the strength and religion it took
I read every horticulture book
But we still whither away
The second seasons change.
Now I choose the seeds that I sow
And till the place they will go
Try to give the right attention
Wait with bated aprehension.
Someone tell me the equation
Is this just vernalization?
And when this lover’s winter ends
Will we be something more than friends
A bud, a bloom, some sign of vigor
Will I be me or something much bigger…
Is this what happiness takes
Or just another heart mistake?
What kind of gardener are you
Without my garden to tend to?
Toby Hemker - Poetry 