Like morning she rises,
Full of light
she rewrites the sunrise each day.
Her name is the place between home and homebound.
She is my favorite place.
Smelling of sweet breezes
ink and spices.
She is a glass deliciously full
Your favorite song with just the right rhythm
A new pair of dancing shoes
with just enough room to grow into.
She carries herself with a special kind of optimism.
Tending to her garden with the hope
that each year new buds will come back.
Collecting seeds with the promise of new growth.
We are of the same garden.
She planted her roots in me
Teaching me how to blossom.
Gardens have seasons yet she is always in full bloom.
In a word she is perennial.
Unceasing in her love.
Like the flowers are singing for you.
June 26, 2017