Garden
rising to the surface
scents
a fusillade
not quite stitched together
tangled
like shoelaces and children
this freed power of garden growth
nourished by
the sun break mirth of morning
an easy elegance, a pulse
to loosen the reserve of living
blooms, a messy vibrancy
like coloring outside the lines
bountiful
unfolding in waves
its wash of forgetfulness
essential
like clouds dragged to drift
Written: June 26, 2021
Revised January 22, 2023
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Copyright © Brian Sambourne | Year Posted 2021
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