I am sitting on damp ground

in my ragged garden with light rain

There is something kinda peaceful

in gardens when spring’s all around

A robin—maybe the same I’ve seen—

lands graceful and soft for a drink

From down low my noticing is keen

look at the single blooming black violet

See how white sage has emerged again

yarrow’s leaves lift and fall like wings

Old chime in the juniper is rusting

but its song’s still subtle sweet

For all these gifts of life I am grateful

quieting voices of conflict and rage

I wish for everyone a space of garden

to be alone awhile with the solace of light rain~