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
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