My Yard Is Alive In June

Butterfly leads my eye to other marvels Marigold laughs, seeing my interest I walk to the bee balm and visit with the bumblers They are in a frenzy, competing for pollen My yard is fully alive in June Dragonflies nearly take off my head Silent gliders, reminding me that spirit is here Orbs would be seen if I was taking photos, but I am not. I can feel the energy of my ancestors Their approval of my four gardens, Vegetables pushing through the soil Ready for picking and plucking The sun caresses my neck as I bend forward To collect my bounty from the earth Wind reminds me she is here, Eager to entice my leaves to dance.