Home Garden

With nowhere better to go, I nurture home. Rows of sown seed need me to sing them to fruition with the moisture of tender words, coziness brushing buds with benevolent thrums. Following intuition's petition, pebble stones, thyme whiffs, skipping feet, flower power spells, and blue bells' ring, I'm welcomed to the scene: veggies competing in diversified strides, flourishing fruit trees with wings it seems, verdure upstretched to light's extensive dive, joining birdsong chorus lifts, with fervent desire to thrive from life to life like Eden's beginning. The first ripe cherry flushes with sun's zingy red depths, plush with juicy secrets beyond comprehension's clutch. I ingest this portion of wisdom while studing God's living gifts, with humble recognition, so much is yet unknown. Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest Sponsor: Emile Pinet "A" omitted. 6/12/2021