Out in our Garden – v2

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

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-in-our-garden.html

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