Thursday, August 6, 2015

August - I Used to Say It Was an Unfavorite






















August – I Used to Say it Was An Unfavorite

The flowers are there each evening
Imbibing the water I bring them
My time in the garden (not a gardener) is
(there’s that word) magical
It has rarely rained, thus my need to bring them water.
And the neighborhood birds bring their stories
oh, if only I could really understand them
and, if I stay out there long enough
the fireflies join in
There are so many lessons now
And so few that I yet understand.
Perhaps the flowers, the birds, the fireflies
They are trying to explain
And I am trying to listen.
While I look to the sky.