Garden
Garden In the morningyou call meto notice a tiny new budor weary leaf yellowing. In the afternoonI gather tomatoes, beets and basilfor my saladeaten on the back- porch in the company of bird songs. In the eveningthe stars shine spotlightson your relaxing flowersas my dogs sniffgreen blades of grass gladly. While I sleep you watch me,your lushness blanketingthe empty spacesof […]