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.