The smell of rich
soil,
wet from the
drenching rains,
weeds yield to my
gentle tug
up into my hands
beds of shimmering
color,
the droplets
refracting, reflecting
radiating warmth,
richer hues
buzzing of the
bees, the flies,
I stop to watch
the yellow swallowtail
hovering over the
blooms,
the bright cosmos,
the yellow marigolds,
the stately
Black-eyed Susan,
Cool mud under my
nails, green stain
on my finger, a
hint on my shorts
A smile on my
face, under the thin sweat
out in our garden,
the girls in the yard
laughing in the summer
sun
safe in God’s arms
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edited August 25, 2014
Out in our Garden – v2
July 23, 2008
Out in our Garden
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