At Home In My Garden

At home in my garden

butterflies fly

and birds take baths in puddles

bees jump from flower to flower

drinking.

At home in my garden

the cat follows me, lying close

but not too close, she naps

with one ear up

listening

for the bird, the bee, the butterfly

or me to move.

At home in my garden

grubs and beetles and green-horned caterpillars

chickweed, crabgrass, and dandelions

are all I have

to contend with

nothing

too big for me to handle.

At home in my garden

life

seems easy.

 

Update: this poem was written about my old garden and the photo was from my vegetable garden there. Now that we’re living in the Low Country life in the garden has changed…

 

At home in my garden

dragons fly chasing flying damsels

frogs leap out of trees

and land

on me

as I scream and run past.

At home in my garden

the cats follow skinks and lizards and

tree jumping frogs

across soggy soil

that quickly turns

too dry

for anything to take root.

At home in my garden

hawks and buzzards and crows

gnats, no-see-ums, and mosquitoes

litter the sky

as snakes and spiders and palmetto roaches

crawl out from crevices.

At home in my new garden

life is anything

but easy.