She gives to me a gift...

as I gazed into the meadow
a dark wand beckoned
in the wind

lavender ruffles
as big as my palm
mysterious mechanics
and goings on
in my Eden

luxurious cloaks
and silken remnants
of a dance in the night
gala ball of the fairies
no doubt
wish I'd known
I surely would've
crept in silence
and watched

I know all that live here
I am the keeper is this
a gift from her
perhaps
seeds of friendship
blown in on the breath
of Nature

welcome
strangers to my nest
but what of my old friends
will I see them again
are you a trickster
such folly abounds
through these gates
a celebration
of belonging

remnants of homelands and
farmsteads and such
a gift unexpected
I'll accept



This afternoon I was looking out the side porch door as Scratchy was doing her thing...and I noticed strange goings on in one of my gardens...
I'm cornfused...
The only iris I had planted here were lavender and cream color...
where did the others come from???

The dark purples, the large pale lavender and the brown,
I DID NOT PLANT

Boy, this is one that's going to have me wonderin' for a long time...
but...I likey!!!