Perennial Flowers Just For Me

PERENNIAL FLOWERS JUST FOR ME far below the canopy, the speckled hawk soars — whoa! he’s hardly in my space but so close. my toes jam up in my gray Bob’s as I descend the cracking driveway, and my eyes ascend toward the clouds, hard to see through the oaks. my eyes roller-coast back to the pavement or I jeopardize my life, firsthand knowledge gained when shoes roll over pebbles and stick debris quite humbly spurring me to a knee. i reach my destination. i look at my well dressed yard, the ground worked hard. the red mulch compliments our home and the reticent retaining wall keeps are summertime willow felicitous. — what i came out to see, the perennial flowers just for me, a husband’s love. the purple coneflowers and delicate daisies a simple offering, a favor asked before his job took him overseas and i visited the grands. here his little bit of leaven forms a lump in my grateful heart. my thighs pump as i climb our renowned hill, ready to give praise, and enjoying the clumps of hay protecting hibiscus buds, when the buzz of an invisible bee chases me the rest of the way. not a fan, i shun the stranger, slam the door, readily make a beeline to my honey. “I love the flowers. Nice job!” The bee he says, gave me a bit of exercise. Now why’d he have to go and say that. Men and children have a habit of speaking from the heart, not always what you want to hear, but the sweet flowers in my eyes dance for a while and i love that man. 8/3/2019