A Perfect Spot

An immigrant’s garden poem in free verse

photo taken by author

The Perfect Spot

It’s so pleasant sitting here

beneath the Sugar Maple shade. In quiet

I observe the new day unfolding.

White Arctic Poppies cup the sun’s beams

dusting their silky petals in burgundy rich pollen.

Peonies enjoy the ant’s pampering

like a spa day revealing hidden beauty.

While hydrangea buds show promise

of magnificent blue hues to come.

I hear a buzz

but I can share my perfect spot in the garden

with my busy winged neighbour.

After all

I need her sweet honey

for my breakfast toast.

Sing you northern songbirds

on waving branches

like clefs on a staff.

Sing you familiar Robins

songs I heard long ago as a babe

in green pastures.

For this is not the only perfect spot

I’ve been blessed with