A Walk through the Flower Garden

You soon find out

you don’t

know it all

when

surrounded by

nature’s

beauty.

it is an immersion of the soul in sheer awe…

it’s not enough

for me

to

stroll through

a garden of flowers.

no, not at all.

it’s my inherent duty

standing

in the shade like

a monstrous carved granite statue

enthralled

absorbed

within

the

present moment

through evolving hours

(Henry David Thoreau (dead nature poet) ‘ordered’ me to do it…)

I must gaze and smell,

soaking in their colors

discerning each scent

stroking their

soft petals

like I’d

patiently

pet

my furry cat

who

proudly

wears

his red collar

with a tinkling bell.

in the back of

my mind,

I know my

lizard

friends

are nearby

bathing in the

warm

afternoon

sun on

the toasty brick wall

and

hiding

in the bushes

awaiting

a tasty

bug they

will ambush

in due

time.

my

doves, kitty hawk,

blue jay and

humming birds

come and go

as they please.

but,

I do miss my

bushy tailed

tree

squirrel

a lot.

I often

wonder

where he

went?

Maybe, he

found a more

abundant

supply of

food

elsewhere

someplace slightly more

heaven sent?

I hope his new

accommodators

love him as much

as I, for he is welcome

back whenever he

decides.

I know

there

will be

new

friends

showing up,

eventually

(I did have a flock of Mallard ducks who landed in my pool ten years ago lasting about three seasons. there was a lot of squawking, quacking and commotion as they waded around leaving plenty of floating feathers and droppings that sunk to the bottom. they were a very colorful bunch to be sure…)

I will

wait

and

feel

fine

enveloped

within

the beauty

no one

can ever

buy

and

own.

my little

personal

peace of mind

sanctuary

called

‘my own private back yard’,

home sweet home,

my piece of heaven.

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