Donald William Kinney

Rookie (7-5-1950 / Chicago Illinois)

The Garden - Poem by Donald William Kinney

Like irises magic bloom suddenly appears,
leaves of greatest green created from rains of tears.

The flowers color is of lavenders soft hue,
presenting a cool feel of the mornings due.

Times short, admired, touched then lost to be awed again,
then given back to the ground raised within.

Strong, vibrant, fresh, natural tasting.
Like fresh cool water and the available creators,
are active with flying, running and walking features.

Tea Olives are pungent with perfumed nectar for bees,
hummers and Butters or ones that sting.
Where the ant hills reveal the thousands of residents,
who have also worked so hard to enjoy these gifts of Spring.

You see; when the garden comes to life.
Our happiness is now to then from birth.
Like the irises live to live from the ground,
returned to life on earth.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 31, 2013

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