Gardener at Heart - Book One

A Day In The Life Of The Porch


Above the steps,

The little tree stretches out its hands

To catch the sun.


See? This exact spot on the railing

Has been blessed

By a wren’s claws.


I have carried away

All the pots with dead seedlings.

Now the porch is cheerful again.


The hummingbird hides behind the feeder.

One eye and a red cheek.

Yes, I am still holding still!


Now a watercolor cloud

Sweeps a brush loaded with gray,

Then breathes to dry its work.


Geraniums make the best pets.

They are so soft and gentle.

And they have flowering paws.


This old garage-sale bench

Is better

Than any throne.


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