In the Garden
Hummingbirds dance from sip to sip
While a column of ants continues it's trip.
Each breath of breeze seizes some leaves
As trees bow and stretch their sleeves.
Dandelions with crowns abound on the hill
Spewing gold and parachutes at will.
That snail is slow, as would be the mouse,
If on his back he carried his house.
After a morning rinse freshens the ground,
Doves shuffle for a snack in each grassy mound.
A peach drops then saunters to rest,
Alerting a squirrel on his unending quest.
Myriad blue pedals waving in the breeze
Owe their existence to armies of bees
Who tirelessly toil from dawn to twilight,
Giving and taking from each flower in sight.
A tide of honeysuckle charges up the hill,
Perfuming the air while conquering at will.
Pines stab the earth with spidering roots,
Straining toward heaven with branching shoots.
Motionless lizards spend every day
Eyeing oblivious menus passing their way.
Finches lunch on exploding bottlebrush
And test rosemary as it becomes lush.
Feeder and fountain form a smorgasbord
For bantering birds that come by the hoard.
Each birdhouse welcomes a screeching brood,
Challenging parents while they scavenge food.
As regal as ever with their stately poses,
All occupants pay homage to splendiferous roses.
An Oz-like stairway snakes toward the sky,
Offering new views from each railroad tie.
With their beauty forget not wisteria and palms,
Ah..... listen to the garden as it renders its psalms.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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