Tisn’t only I
who inhale lilacs fragrance,
Swallowtail sips scent
My life draws to an end
petals and scent once cherished
by my gardener have faded.
Soon my spine will be severed
and my fading life energy
will spiral downward
into my core, for wintering.
Next spring I will reappear
renewed and will bloom again
for my gardener...
It is written when a Cardinal visits you
someone is thinking of you with love and good fortune.
I am blessed having not one but two Cardinals
appear in my garden, Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal.
Long ago neighbours now returning to the hood.
They visit at sunrise, feed and fly off.
Sunset they appear for their final dining of the day.
He takes delight feeding his Mrs. with sunflower seeds.
Ahh, to be in love...