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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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