As the light wanes and
evening falls, I remember -
Again - to give thanks.
Carolina wren
Takes a quick bath when she thinks
That we’re not looking
There’s a wrestling match
Between the trees and the wind.
The wind is winning.
From the porch we spot
One of the fox kits conked out
on a sunny log
Before the wind comes
I rescue an armful of
Peony and rose
Even when the day’s
Chilly, wet. and overcast,
There’s so much to see.
The bee is rolling
In the pollen until its
pockets fill with gold.
Every single day,
The garden changes color,
Height, and point of view.
