Out on the porch,
gentle breezes blow;
I bask in early morning sun,
in its warmth and glow.

On my makeshift trellis,
trumpet vines climb high;
the rosemary is fragrant,
against the azure sky.

The honey locust trees,
sway lightly in the wind;
on the far horizon,
that seems to never end.

Dark, green juniper,
makes a lovely edge;
bordered on the gulch,
it makes a perfect hedge.

The willows and a cactus,
share the earth together;
red roses and bottle-bush,
complete my backyard treasure.

The arid land, does not lack
for growth,
the plants all seem
to know their place;
I grow to love their
buds and blooms,,
knowing soon, their
smiling happy face.