California Garden
The heavy gray of winter had lingered
so I had not noticed the cascades of color
the spring rains had brought to my garden.
But this morning the flames from
the wild rose, burning its way
to the top of the tree beside our house,
woke me for the first time.
In a daze I slipped out onto the deck
and was greeted by a wall of blossom.
The eager petals reached out their scent and,
like a small child wanting to show off a new toy,
pulled me, gasping,
round the corner
and into the astonishment of summer.
by Tom Snell- May, 2005
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