Nina Elaine Wingard poetry

Come Sit with Me

Come sit with me in the garden of my days.
Reflect upon the seeds already sown.
Reaping time is coming,
Surely I must have known.

I cast the seeds of life,
Then at some unknown hour,
Returned for the harvest,
Without the tending of each tiny flower.

I now see the disorder of my own mind.
While looking down among the rocks and vines
I realize the smallest star-shaped weed reflects
God’s own universe sublime.

Come sit with me in the garden of my days.
Reflect upon the seeds already sown.
The harvest is now upon me.
Is it possible to change a garden already grown?




Nina Elaine Wingard is a retired special education teacher who has worked with autistic children. An avid sports woman who taught her son to hunt, she is a rabid fan of the University of South Carolina football. Presently working on a memoir of her traumatic childhood, this is her first published poem.