Columbine, akelei, spring

the green

I looked out at my garden and saw only death.

Rotting leaves, dead branches, old and spent stems.

I didn’t clean it up.

I let it sit there all winter,


Over and over again,

By the elements.

Moldy and grey, dried up pods snapping and sagging under the weight.

The snow came, and weighed them down.

The rain came, and drowned them.

The ice came, and killed everything that had been left undead.

I watched it all, from my window,

And did nothing.

I sat looking, sometimes lamenting, sometimes indifferent.

The weather improved but still I remained


I did nothing for much longer than I expected.

I did nothing as the weather grew warm.

I did nothing as the snow melted.

The winter was long, but my waiting was longer.

Then one day, I went outside.

I didn’t have the energy to plant new flowers.

I didn’t have the time to remove the old.

It took all that I had to bend down

And pick up




And with tired eyes, and the flicker of a heartbeat

I noticed

The green.

What I thought was dead,

Was alive.

What I thought was lost,

Was never gone.

The green never needed me.

Didn’t wait for me to analyse it, figure it out, weed through it, tell it what to do.

The death wasn’t a dying but an opening up.

The creation of a space where there wasn’t one before.

The desire for life was so much stronger

Than my resistance to death.

I put my tired hands in the newly renewed earth.

I brushed away the old – not to help it,

But for me to see it

And give thanks

And enjoy.


  • Catherine Graham

    This is so powerful…. what a beautiful account of the circle of life. When we let go of resistance, our heart has S P A C E for other things to blossom and grow. I love the garden metaphors. I say, keep these poems coming. You are a great writer, my friend! XO

    • Libby

      Thank you so much, dear Catherine! That’s so kind of you. I’m just getting started on the garden metaphors, don’t you worry :*D

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