CINDY'S GARDEN

Have you ever stooped
to see the daisy,
or was that chore
to far to fall?
The daisy strives
to meet halfway,
it reaches up;
do you hear the call?
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Have you ever bent
beside its stem?
The dew grass damp
soaks in your jeans;
a tell tale sign
of humbled muse
and reverent wonder
upon your knees.
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Have you ever tracked
the scent of jasmine,
as if pulled by leash
along the unseen path?
Scentually led
to where the vine
is hidden deep
with birds who take their bath.
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Have you ever noticed
snowdrops stretching skyward
to melt the hoary crystals
in its icy silver vase?
The paradox of winterspring,
flowers in the frost;
needing warming blankets
of that day sun’s embrace.
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Have you ever seen
a bee relieve the clover
of its golden given love?
As cupid of the kingdom;
sharing with and caring
for the here and now,
but also for the future
of columbine and bee balm.
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Have you never been
to Cindy’s garden?
A home for frogs and snails
and this poem on a rock…

Come to me quietly,
while the web's lace glistens
with morning dew;
to dance on rose petals
along a garden path,
when the sparrow's song
awakens the sun,
and caresses a new day
yet unspoiled.

....which faces early east
to greet the staging sun;
written with and for a friend,
planted now with four-o’clock.
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