The Daffodils
In my garden,
a morning bathed in early sunlight,
the daffodils
announce themselves, loud with trumpets
of golden
yellow, resplendent, and heard
only in the silence
of their arrival.
Tiger Lilies
Early spring, nighttime, the Tiger
Lilies
prowl around my garden, settling down,
and in the morning, green stalks
and leaves
sprout up where they lay themselves
to rest,
awaiting summer, and, grown tall,
ready
for their orange coats to blossom
and bloom.
Wildflowers
And in my wildflower garden, the
flowers
are wild, a potpourri of unknown
seeds
tossed willy-nilly into newly
turned soil,
perennials needing little care,
returning again,
or perhaps new plants blown in on a
summer breeze
from somewhere, enjoying that
freedom to be
just a wild flower, wild and free and in my garden.
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