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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