Half-moon pops out of cadet blue sky's pocket
no stars yet tonight
Neighbor's worn white chimney
looms above
six foot cedar fence
laden with returning fuchsia Bougainvilleas
Overgrown Bird of Paradise stretches
wind slashed leaves
in desperate hopes of letting
light into its heart
Mosaic stepping stones
mark a vivid trail
to so many plants
whose names I do not know
that continue to bloom and grow
Caribbean blue metal lizard scampers
across garage wall
as nearby pensive garden goddess
gently cradles dead blossoms
in cupped palms
A lone Blue Jay glides over
the pollen dressed
pool surface
toward willowy flowers
in terracotta pots
that are busy sending
fragrant messages
to my patch of suburban serenity.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Half-moon pops out of cadet blue sky's pocket
no stars yet tonight
Neighbor's worn white chimney
looms above
six foot cedar fence
laden with returning fuchsia Bougainvilleas
Overgrown Bird of Paradise stretches
wind slashed leaves
in desperate hopes of letting
light into its heart
Mosaic stepping stones
mark a vivid trail
to so many plants
whose names I do not know
that continue to bloom and grow
Caribbean blue metal lizard scampers
across garage wall
as nearby pensive garden goddess
gently cradles dead blossoms
in cupped palms
A lone Blue Jay glides over
the pollen dressed
pool surface
toward willowy flowers
in terracotta pots
that are busy sending
fragrant messages
to my patch of suburban serenity.
This one got published in my college literary magazine in early 2006.I miss this garden in the burbs of Houston. Like I knew I would.
