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.