What I want to gift myself
is Mary Oliver’s beloved world
an unexpected chorus of imagination
in conversations at my beck and call
Resurrection is outside my window
lily and poppy bulbs eager to burst open
Grass blades prickle demanding silent rain
Ground cover trellis growing supple again
Tree sprouts offer themselves unto a sweet blue sky
Peonies are collapsing into a colorful wedlock
Sunflowers surrounded by astonished bees
Clover leafs entranced by the aching earth
Lavender stems swaying to a crisp song
Rose bush in color, a madness of blooms
A hyacinth canopy drips with succulence
Touch me nots bring a bold cinematic style
Daisies chanting in coordination with my chimes
A fanfare is being staged in my backyard
As we watch, awaiting the return
Of the hummingbird, while sipping
unlimited cups of basil infused chai
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NaPoWriMo 2019
Gift to yourself
