My heart is in the gardenAll  year I keep it thereEven in the wintertimeThere's no time for despairFor under the ground's coolnessWait for warming airA summer's rose, and irises,And hyacinths to share.

Tiny world inside a clearSphere of glycerin soap

Blue gray wood Smoothed by sandBleached by sunShrunken by heatSplit by coldHardened by timeWashed by waves