is plentiful in
beautiful thing’s, forming on
the vine or along branches green.
With new buds a-waiting to flourish.
The sun brings her warmth to nourish.
Garden flora’s are yet to show their heads.
All enclosed are they until the opening day!
A gust of wind sweeps away callused debris;
dry, listless, roughened by Autumn’s zeal.
Today newness invigorates the senses,
our core, our being.