In My Garden

a poem by Peg Devlyn

I come to my garden
Bringing water,
Bringing tools.  The sun is coming up
Over the horizon.

I come to my garden
Walking among the rows of orchids,
Strawberry and Cream orchids
With pink and white blossoms.

I wander among the orange Gerber Daisies
And come at the end of the lane to my holly trees
Prodding the soil, willing them take root and grow.
A warm beam of sunshine falls upon me.

I come to my garden
Bringing thankfulness,
Here is where new life springs forth,
Tiny new miracles appear.

Here in my garden
On a sunny wide window sill
With the soft, gentle power of my friend, the Gardener
Who works here with me.

1/24/08