rows and rows
the sweet parade
of sage and blue magnolia
– crystal stems
and boxes put away
came for me
saved for me
the story yet for telling
of where the suitor left
his red bouquet

of juniper
and mid july
june bugs now are swarming
as white tailed sails
are swayed against the breeze –
wishes work their way
into places
I’ve forgotten
daisies watch the yard
for refugees

of summer come
repenting
for hurts the winter knew
hands at last
have found the rights of spring
morning rises sleepy
to the garden
here we lay
held beneath the bloom –
remembering

. . .