Day 2 of the poem a day in April .
In The Garden
Sitting in the garden
coffee and birdsong bring peace
to the soul while bones
are warmed
rhythm of water trickling
into pond sends ears tickling
leads the mind to meditation
a butterfly- red admiral maybe
whiffs past nose
lands gently on Budleia
pink and yellow tulips
stand tall in front of her
giving homage
lavender also gives of itself
an aroma - sweet - memories
of female ancestors
and we sit
just a bit longer.
