Autumn Garden

On this part cloudy autumn morning,

with blue skies and cumulus clouds,

I ventured into my backyard garden.

Rain had triggered sprouting,

even the narcissus was up.

Curry plant taller than me,

was sporting shiny leaves.

Spring onions are fresh,

I picked a bunch, to garnish lunch.

Desert sunflower plants

were loaded with yellow blooms,

gees were swarming, humming,

pollen baskets heavy on their thighs.

A wren chirped loud,

from the neighbor's Southern magnolia,

I admired the orange zinnias,

a dandelion had blooming too.

Buddha, rabbit, angel figurine,

gave serenity to a nook.

I picked a green guava,

munched, nostalgia quenched.

No giver like a garden,

no peaceful place like it.