Stepping out into the green of the
garden
My mind is a rush of olfactory senses
Mixing and mingling here in my head
'Til the fragrance of June and July come together.
The lilac trees which grace her borders,
Long since shed of their luscious bloom
Which captured the evening air of April
And left the most wonderful feeling of freshness,
Now only offering gentle reminders of
Springtime's renewal, bursting with energy
Sprung from the earth as the product of sunshine
And raindrops reviving a cold winter's sleep.
I bend and brush aside tender young foliage
Revealing the sweetness it hides from the sunlight.
My eyes are full moons surprised to discover
Tomatoes ripening there on the vines.
Anxious to pluck, to devour it's juices, yet
Finding restraint to wait just one more day
'Til its redness is full, it's flavor complete.
I pluck a blade of grass instead.
Standing and stretching, I reach for the treetops,
Taking in volumes of crisp morning air.
Finding a treasure that gold cannot purchase.
A secret to share... A promise to keep.
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My mind is a rush of olfactory senses
Mixing and mingling here in my head
'Til the fragrance of June and July come together.
The lilac trees which grace her borders,
Long since shed of their luscious bloom
Which captured the evening air of April
And left the most wonderful feeling of freshness,
Now only offering gentle reminders of
Springtime's renewal, bursting with energy
Sprung from the earth as the product of sunshine
And raindrops reviving a cold winter's sleep.
I bend and brush aside tender young foliage
Revealing the sweetness it hides from the sunlight.
My eyes are full moons surprised to discover
Tomatoes ripening there on the vines.
Anxious to pluck, to devour it's juices, yet
Finding restraint to wait just one more day
'Til its redness is full, it's flavor complete.
I pluck a blade of grass instead.
Standing and stretching, I reach for the treetops,
Taking in volumes of crisp morning air.
Finding a treasure that gold cannot purchase.
A secret to share... A promise to keep.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
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