Two Poems of Late Summer

1.
As I enter the garden
With a sack of worries
Upon my back
I wonder:

Will I allow a smile
To steal across my face
As a Monarch butterfly
Pirouettes around my head?

Or let myself drink in
The sight of Water Lilies
Draped in colors
No crayon can reproduce?

Can I endure the company
Of a cautious Cottontail
His pink veined ears
Lit from the morning sun?

Shall I permit a gentle breeze
To caress my skin
Soothing and soft
As any lover's touch?

Yes

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2.
I've decided
My second favorite fragrance
After Spring Lilacs
Is the scent
Of Summer Crape Myrtle

...Luckily, the bees weren't miffed
- As I sniffed

August 17, 2006