WIND, THIEBERMONT (draft 2nd verse)

I am now responsible for chaotic
growth, for the weedy, unwatered
rabble presented beneath the
Holy man.

No longer prey to the sigh of
Beauty's Appreciation,
my gardener's eye, Mistress and Master,
Dominatrice.  Can't wait to get
the gardening gloves on.

In the Divine Office I cannot see
My roses from here but
pouring 5 litres of water on each bush.    (see next blog - technical problems)  Draft 25 July 2015
I am the mother who has given milk