Garden Life

.

I twine my fingers

amongst green leaves

feel the pea tendrils

tug at my arm

.

my fingers sink

into soft soil

as I thin the kale

and ease out weeds

.

strawberries watch me

fat but still pale

bobbing on their stems

as garlic scapes curl

.

the busy silence

slows my pulse

and brings me gently

down to earth

.

in my mind I shrink

Alice-like

and walk the rows

feeling cool rain

on my face

seeing tender leaves

bend overhead

.

I am immersed in green

watching the chlorophyll

brighten like starburst

hearing bees

bumble about the flowers

.

I soak up the lushness

of this garden life

and drink in the

newly minted air

.

reluctant to resume actual size

I feel so at home

in this garden life

and wonder what fruit I would produce

were I to stay and

lay my roots down here

.

By Carys Owen