it’s never too late
I’ve found myself so many times
it’s hard imagining finding myself again
in the garden everyone feasts
the bird
the butterfly
the rodent and the worm
insects and felines and canines
stamens and pistils
day lilies and night owls
tree limbs and branches hanging fruit
angels and devils and humans
shoving shovels into the ground
stirring and spawning new life
meanwhile the sun and moon
(and the season known as spring)
continue to operate like a heartbeat
june two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
This makes me want to live in the garden…
yes, it’s good to be in the garden….
excellent
thank you very much
like a heartbeat…marvelous
Thank you, Rose