Today, yesterday, the day before,
steam rolls off the grass, sun melts hot colors of summer flowers shade comes in sliced pieces shattered by tall grasses wind sneaks through bushes, frenetically waving.
Black and white of winter, browns and oranges of autumn.
Orange lilies bob their heads reaching out above the hydrangeas delicate flickering petals flying sedately touching summer hot streams of light.
Red poppies appear.
Last year it was hot pink phlox.
The garden shifts its mood depending upon which way the seeds blow how the seedlings survive winter storms, which roots drink in cold spring rain absorb or radiate this simmering heat sometimes leaves just shrugging down and hanging there waiting for water.
Watercolor painting and poem by MJC