The Garden
The Garden ©
I wander my garden
the morning sun barely peeking
above the distant hills
dew drops wet my toes
and the damp earth seeps between them
cool and wet
my flowers nod their heads to me
as if to say ‘good morning’
their colors soft and muted without
the rays of the sun to spike their flagrant color
the over-achieving bee dips into the golden nectar
a bird trills a celebration to the new day
Trisha Sugarek
Moths and Machettes
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