I am free
when I am in the garden

it takes me back
to the child I was
collecting stones
making snail homes
watching them slide away

the warmth of the air
hits me
as I watch the seedlings
pushing the earth

unravelling
stretching
tall
slow
steady

daily interest
the small
and significant changes

the persistence
it makes all the difference

I water
I wait
I watch

the buds appear
the time is here
the now
the present

petals form
and the insects pursue
we battle
but I appreciate
they need them too

colour as we see before us
the greens
the yellows
the pinks
the orange

THE ORANGE
so vibrant
crisp and pure

and then the season will flutter by
and the transition will happen
dormant
until the next warmth

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