at noon
it rises out of thin air
and glides
from afar
into the garden
.
through the valley wind sifts pollen
from the vessels of daylilies
and ruffles the cat’s tigered fur
white roses sigh near yellow evening primroses
corn leaves tremble and grow by leaps and bounds
zucchini blossoms of orange-yellow
cradle within green
where
does the glaucous
summer breeze
come from
where will it go
beans with white and violet blossoms tousled by wind’s fingertips
bow again and again how do they spin tiny beans out of blossoms
the tall borage with prickly leaves etches blue stars
the rose called ‘Joseph’s Coat’ is painted in shades
from lemon to wine-red
the feathers of nightingales are brushed
they lift their voices
in the high willow
in a hammock
the gardener closes her eyes
soothed
after sifting dark earth
to nourish growing plants
blue-green silk
noon wind
ripples water
content
to be alive
by Giselle Maya
Saint Martin de Castillon, France
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