Garden peas a few years ago in my garden.
Being Wise Eleven April 18, 2021
Green, green, green! The iris
are blooming, white and purple.
I planted them too close together,
but they bloomed anyway, defying
horticulture laws and behavior.
The grass, too, is that brilliant
green, that open rebellion. Don’t
tell me it’s not spring. My cells
know. Who says there aren’t
miracles. It’s April, isn’t it?
Green time.The flowers, the
birds, every leaf, every blade
of grass. The bees foretell it:
pollen and honey have arrived.
You can’t go back now. Even
your old loves have resurrected
themselves, and the new ones
grown bolder. Green is here
and there and everywhere.