The Vision Garden

Since mine fades seems an appropriate name
For the garden evolving in my mind
And with hope onto my front yard in the coming Spring
A tranquil spot full of fragrance and color.
In the morning abuzz with bees
Butterflies that help the garden flourish.
Hummingbirds sip nectar from flowers,
Robins cardinals and goldfinches bathe is cool shaded bowls,
And graze in feeders set high in the aging oak.

In the evening mosquito-repelling plants
Emit their pleasant fragrance.
And the garden transforms itself
Into a softly glowing night haven.
Its soft emerald leaves and creamy white blossoms
Illuminated by solar-powered lanterns
A wicker rocker, wooden bench and wrought iron table,
Pitcher of ice cold lemonade
Invite neighbors to visit.

No, my vision isn’t fading–
Merely changing.

Copyright 2003 Kathleen W. McGuire
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