The leaves rustle
A mourning dove coos
Lilies have risen
as the bean blossoms turn
their faces sunward.
A neighbor walking his dog stops by to say hello and spies two tomatoes, red and ripe, I've somehow missed.
Surprise garlic I thought had died from two years prior watered yesterday now stands its flowering head held high.
Waters of joy splash along the shores of my heart as hand in hand I walk with the Divine.
=Dawn, The Good News Muse 25 July 2011
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