Roses named Honor and Grand Dame,
are blush and prickly this summer
The scent reminds you that the peaches need picking and will be succulent in their sweet and tender way
The Pomegranate tree is still shedding her orange skirt, worth a thousand rubies in the wind
Summers are oblivious to the sweat and blood of the gardner digging deep to soften their beds and undisturbed rest
One small turtle is basking
in the sun before swimming slowly in the fountain and imagining his love for the waterlilies
while feeding from their roots
in a seemingly gentle way
The garden’s lizard swiftly steals
the dead bees who took
secret life powder
from flower to flower
All in different speeds and colors with the intention to die and to bloom
For summers rise to feast