Garden Memories

If I close my eyes I can almost smell the flowers buttoning into summer with a vibrant petal stir Walking through the lane I own a sweet review of all the roses that once hugged my fence A little squirrel skitters through a leafy tree skirting in the distance like a flying superman The sound of children 's laughter in the sun is a magnet to my ear, I am lawning once again The tea is served in mugs of goofy decalettes beneath a parasol umbrella green and white The hours melt away like a season's peep show but I need not memorize this momentary glow for I know each year that winter doors will close, and the spring will reappear like the iris & the rose . Feb. 28, 2019