Walking along the garden path,
wrapped in the warm spring breeze
and anointed by the sweet nectar
of flowers that are on display
with their dazzling colors
begging me to draw nearer
as the bees, butterflies, and hummingbirds
feast on the seasonal harvest.
The birds, often hidden from view,
rejoice in song from bushes, trees, and cacti,
calling out to each other,
as they embrace the warmth of the sun
and the mating rituals of spring.
I breathe deeply all the gifts
that have been given to me
on this perfect day.
Not clutching the joy that I have received,
but treasuring this present moment of being alive.
Tag: Springtime
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A Garden Meditation
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On Visiting a Garden Shop
The task was simple.
Buy air filters and a tomato cage for my blossoming plant.
But I forgot about the siren song that would greet me
upon entering the garden section,
with its intoxicating array of flowers in bloom,
singing for me to draw near and bring them home.
I did not have the wisdom of Odysseus to prepare
for my voyage along the aisles of yellow and purple daisies,
pink snapdragons, and fuchsia dianthus.
The white and rosy cacti blooms,
beckoned, if only to be photographed.
For they shine briefly before retreating
until spring comes again.
The sweet warm air was a balm for my soul
as I took in the majestic display of flowers
before summoning the strength to leave
with just four flowering containers
to add to my assortment of
patio potted plants,
who are always ready for more company.
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