What follows is a free verse poem about my gardens – gardens at home and at school.
Although it is not my first poem, it is my first submission to Poetry Friday. I hope enjoy the vision of these special places that I tried to share with you today.
My Gardens
My gardens are alive again.
First, the vibrant greens spring up from
the crusted brown, hardened earth.
Then, patches of color appear.
Soft lavender, peach, and pink
in the brown, encircled by green
spear-shaped foliage. Now, a more vibrant
deep, Celtic purple reigns on
elongated, elegant stems.
The irises are in bloom after the pink hyacinth and
Bleeding Hearts have receded.
Color is ushered in by warmer and brighter days.
The need to plant more and more colorful annuals –
petunias, marigolds, alyssum, and kale,
Over takes my mind and wallet.
Now the milkweed is knee-high,
Already laden with eggs
and caterpillars
from
visiting Monarchs.
Daily visits to my monarch habitat ensue.
Bees and Hummingbirds visit
regularly, stopping often
to gather pollen or
sip nectar.
Even a bright male Gold Finch stops by the feeder
set out to attract the smaller Ruby Red.
The Lupine in their array of pastel shades
are especially lovely this year.
Yes, my gardens are alive.
And, as such, so am I.
The Apples in My Orchard 
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