Let me step into your garden.

I’ll bring a folding chair, 

And perhaps a favorite book,

Some coffee we can share. 

I’ll stay just long enough to memorize 

The rhythm of your breath.

We can read together, snooze,

And listen to the hum

Of bumble bees in your garden.

Thank you, my friend.

***

Let me step into your garden. 

I’ll bring shears and a spade.

I’ve come to know your spirit

While sitting in the shade.

Your kindness, generosity…

I’ll stay only long enough

To fill this little bag.

One onion, maybe two for soup,

Some roses for my gal.

***

Let me march into your garden.

I’ll bring my boots and guns.

Fetch me a chair, a book, some coffee.

There is beauty in the afternoon sun.

I will read, sip coffee,

Listen to the humming bees.

Are you still here?

Why the tears?

You should be grateful to visit

My garden.

Hush, now,

You are mine.