The air’s like body heat.
All around, green leaves,
A tease of flowers.
Fat doves preen in trees
And sparrows dart to ground
From nesting spots.
Hose in hand I spray
The rows of pots
Along the path:
Rosemary, sweet basil,
Peppermint, parsley, thyme,
And scores more –
Each a covenant I keep,
Each a fragrant promise
To my heart
That life goes on,
That love goes on.
©2008 John I. Blair
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