plant only love

in the winnnie-the-pooh-esque blustery wind 

and soft misty vancouver rainy drizzle

i walked out into the garden

and spied

the very last dahlia

growing horizontally

rumi seemed to instantly appear

having blown in on the wind

"with life as short

as a half-taken breath

don't plant

anything 

but 

love" 

yes!

deep bows

(+ roses!)

to you 

dear rumi

for this beautiful 

appearance

and

gardening

wisdom