A Witch's Garden
(By Elizabeth Barrette)

A Witch's garden grows
With the sun, flows with the rain,
A flowering of air and earth
Ancient is the knowledge of herbs
Their properties and powers.
A thing for Grandmothers, Midwives, Witches
Flowers speak their own language
All but a few phrases forgotten,
But Witches know more than roses mean love.
How now? the drought comes
But the Witch's garden still grows green
Though elsewhere even the weeds are wilting,
Through magic and the hard work of her hands
A Witch brings the rich earth to bloom.
Making the world a more beautiful place
The only secret is this;
Many a woman talks to her plants
But only a Witch listens.