marysgardens

Today, yesterday, the day before,
tomorrow,
steam rolls off the grass,sun melts hot colors of summer flowersshade comes in sliced piecesshattered by tall grasseswind sneaks through bushes, frenetically waving.
Black and white of winter, browns and oranges of autumn.
Disappeared forgotten.
Orange lilies bob their headsreaching out above the hydrangeasdelicate flickering petals flyingsedately touching summer hot streams of light.

Red poppies appear.
Last year it was hot pink phlox.

The garden shifts its mooddepending uponwhich way the seeds blowhow the seedlings survive winter storms,which roots drink in cold spring rainabsorb or radiate this simmering heatsometimes leaves just shrugging down and hanging therewaiting for water. 

Watercolor painting and poem by MJC