'Garden Of Hers' Poem by joseph nez

Beautiful is the likeness
she sees into flowers.
So precious becomes each shade.

'Good morning', she talks.
Her eyes settle a certain way.
Her dreams beginning and unfolding.

'I knew it', she says.
Remembering the favor of kindness.
How the hand of life gave mercy,
the breath of love so pure fresh.

'It is that one! '
The one I thought would never take,
the one I could never find,
rightly to cultivate.

So precious becomes each shade.
'Good morning', she talks.
Her eyes settle a certain way.
How in Heaven knows..
each shade..
than even before planted.