April is National Poetry Month. I've heard that poetry is for everyone, and that it is good for the soul. It's true also that not all poems are good, just like pretty much everything else in life, amiright?
So here's a little poem that I wrote. I hope you like it.
My Garden
On Saturday afternoons in the summer,
I sit under this tree
next to the fountain.
Grief sat beside me
on that bench
and invited me to mourn.
Every week I walk
along these paths and
observe the passing of time.
The garden’s residents
show themselves to me:
quail, bunnies, and squirrels.
Less frequently and more memorably,
hawks and eagles
and once, a bobcat.
These flowery bushes are alive
with hummingbirds, butterflies,
and bumblebees.
Take a deep breath.
Can you smell the sweetness?
Can you hear nature?
My garden reminds me to
be present and thankful,
humble and delighted.
2 comments:
Good job! I love it. The garden means so much to you, it makes sense that you would want to honor it with a poem.
Nice poem Sandy, I like it is about the garden and your feelings.
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