Treasure Island

Theodora (Theo) Onken

(Washington State)

Garden~


Today the blooms lean a little to the left of center- -
Weighted down by the rushing rains
Petals soft - yet flourishing with abundance;
The Garden - a masterpiece
Of violet, lemon yellow and scarlet red;
SO taken in by the heady fragrance and nectar
The hummingbirds appear to swoon...
Totally on fire by it's sheer beauty - my eyes linger
This sight - a most breath taking gift to the heart
For me - one unqualified gardener...
Ahhh, to nurture - nature - 'tis a grand state of affairs
Rewarding to we the novices
Who's seeds, did indeed, bear fruit - a miracle that
Only the Spring
Could ever bring;

April 15,2014

Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 16, 2014

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Spring and the flowers it brings

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