Swaying blossoms overhead.Enchanted, she reaches a chubby hand, clutches air,stuffs her thumb in her mouth.Birdsong lulls her to sleep.
At five, she plants flowers.Impatient to see their progressafter two days, she digs.Tears water spoiled seeds.
In the long summer days, she and her siblingsrevel in a garden of adventure.Dens are made, trees climbed, valiant deeds performed,mouths stained with berry and currant juice.
Bittersweet first date in the Botanic Gardens.He is the pivot of his monologue.When he looks into a pond of waterlilies, Narcissus smiles back.She feigns a headache and leaves.
In a concrete urban space,her children enjoy slide and swings,relieved by a small, grassed area where chickens scratch,vegetables and fruit bushes are nurtured.
Alone now, she has a new garden.Her companions, wildflowers and grasses,rocks and tumbling water.Bees and butterflies by…
