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When I Enter My Garden

When I enter my garden

on days in early June

to spend a busy morning

or lazy afternoon

among the pretty green things

that grow there row on row,

and in unruly clusters,

their blossom cheeks aglow

with lovely, sun-kissed colours,

some vivid, some pastel,

but sharing the desire

to cast their splendid spell

over small airborne creatures

with wings that buzz and hum

and beckon to them softly

whispering, "Please, please, come

and have a drink of nectar,

mine is the sweetest kind,

a better, more delicious,

you won't easily find."

See, see? This is what happens:

I get carried away

when I enter my garden

on such a gorgeous day.

I'm overwhelmed by beauty

and wish I were a bee,

could dive into a flower

and from the inside see

the bright light through the petals'

luminous tenderness

and feel close to my body

their velvety caress.

But which ones should I visit?

Bestow my time on whom?

How to pick a favourite from

this festive summer bloom?

So many invitations,

all perfumed with the strong,

alluring scent of honey

that follows me along

from iris to narcissus,

and through the lily beds,

between the early roses,

above the poppies' heads.

I'd choose a lush peony

to bathe in golden dust

(I know they call it pollen)

but I believe it must

be finely grated sunrays

that cling to me in lumps,

a hug, a gift, a promise,

and my wee heartbeat thumps

with the sheer joy of living

amid such charming sights.

Oh, I will always cherish

my garden's dear delights.

Copyright: Silke Stein, 2021