By P. Oscar Cubillos
I have orange, pink, and red roses many colors and shapes of tulips gladiolus, nasturtium and peonies; blue irises, lilacs and crepe myrtles. I like the soft smell of the roses, tomatoes’ smell is very different but still pleasant; tarragon, basil and mint; thyme, oregano and chive remind me of a fresh dinner; but best of them all, I like the perfume of my lemon verbena. I have to take care of all: roses get fungus and bugs, tomatoes’ soil is dry, or too wet, the deer are eating my plants. Thus I am worried in summer, spring, winter, and fall about the health of my garden. But I am mostly worried about the Garden of Eden that is earth: our home. The whole earth does not seem well, same thing for the undersea garden, the deep underground, and the sky. I know we will pay very dearly, as well says Revelation eleven: the gods will destroy those that are destroying the earth.
P. Oscar Cubillos was born in Chile; he came to USA to get his Ph.D. in Mathematics at the University of Iowa, in 1976. Oscar has worked as a university professor, software engineer, and Math Teacher. Although Dr. Cubillos is new as published writer, he has been interested in literature, both as an avid reader, Oscar has been published in the Ariel Chart and The Muse Journal. Oscar’s other interests include classic music, chess, and history.
2 thoughts on “My Garden”
What a passionate poem!! I loved it 🙂
An amazing ode to natural wonder infused with an environmental tone. Excellent!