Twenty-One of Thirty
Unique words: One Hundred and Six
There's something to be said
for foliage flopping from an abundant bed,
something scented or with long life of flower,
something precious for a later hour.
I planted thyme yesterday,
three in fact on veg' wall to stray
over edges as a confident sea -
a joyful lemon variety.
I felt pleased they'd grow well there,
along raised sleeper beside the stair
where I can stroke passed for a Summer smell,
and enjoy small, reliable purple flowers as well.
It's endless addiction I'll admit
to dig into soil and make a pit,
pour with water and untangle roots,
to give lasting life to early shoots.
I sit on the swing and sigh,
take one last look and say goodbye,
potter up to thoroughly wash each thumb and finger
replay the day's memories, of warmth, that linger.