by Kathy Lohrum Cotton
I inhale this brilliant summer
with my eyes
Freesia, fuschia, black-eyed Susan
and read her heavy-handed message
on the breeze.
Gardenia, jasmine, peony
“I’m beautiful, desirable,” her fragrant note says.
“I’m fertile, waiting.”
Coneflower, columbine, coralbells
With the ardent expectancy of butterfly and bee,
I come to the garden,
remembering again how to fall in love.
Phlox, foxglove, coreopsis
and roses—oh, so many roses.