The Color of the Garden- Adam Sana

A scent of lavender hits my nose

as I step outside of my house,

the softness of mulberry jam

ready to be spread out on two pieces of wheat bread,

sitting right at the picnic table.

My blissful garden of flowers,

wisterias slowly growing to adulthood,

candytufts spreading their hands out, catching the sunlight

with periwinkles growing from an adjacent bush.

Fuchsias are singing with the trees close by,

the orchids greet me by saying hello,

gorgeous lilacs swaying in the wind,

and every other flower with an indigo iris, is happy.

Flowers blooming with mauve and thistle petals,

the bellflowers ringing for the watering can,

while the season is slowly ending

the royal moonflowers are dying off.

The clematises are my favorite exhibit,

roughly six petals on each corolla,

a special place my loved one helped me create

it was my first time, a memory of love.

The table reminds me of the color of wine,

a memento to remember our honeymoon

with my patio chairs a lighter seance color,

so I can relax and think deeply about things.

For I miss your warm hands digging into the soil

and planting a little seed of love for me to find.

My favorite color of the year, I remember you from back then.

You were a majestic piece of beauty

a sign of what was, and of what is to come.