My Garden

The ‘greening rain’ comes each May

and the delicate grass blades push upward

toward the light.

It is during this time each year, I walk the paths

laid out some years ago.

I wander the mossy carpets

which sponge beneath my feet.

I peek at the buds

slowly opening their eyes,

leaves unfurling at the sky.

And I breathe in the the earthy air,

forgetting myself.

The rebirth all around

astounds me.

Each year in May

you will find me this way:

Eyes closed

Broad smile

Arms outstretched

Breathing in,


Breathing out,

the earthy air.

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