Lightly
for Gillian Swain
…the garden guides us…
says this is how it feels to be alive
Jill McKeowen, ‘suburban garden song’
November’s whites & greys
a melting memory
today the purple
and the scarlet bells
ring in
the summer’s reign
I wander through the garden
between the worlds
of losing
and finding
the jacaranda begins
to fade and scatter
the Flame trees’
fireworks go off
the ground sticky
with fallen blooms
no use fighting
the mess
it will go on and
I give in
to its tenacity
its beauty
this moment
hold it lightly
a snowflake on my palm
I watch it glisten
melt with
no regret
