Friday, August 20, 2010

Ihr Garten

There’s a language here,
spoken in color,
and pattern.

Rock Rose to Rosemary to Oleander;
myriad greens with
bright blooms

Zinnia and cucumber,
chile and yucca
painted pot and tree trunk,
purple-blue blossom
against weathered fence board.

Pieces fit together perfectly,
each is perfect on its own.

Bronze bell on maple branch
prayer flags over herbs,
scent of basil redolent
as cold water
splashes leaf.

Even when she is gone,
I breathe her scent.

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