The Breeze

I step outside.

Warm sunlight tickles my face, its presence welcoming

I walk towards my floral garden

and kneel down in the soft grass, ready to plant

Scents of lilacs and daffodils dance past me through the breeze

I dig my trowel in the ground to start planting

then sift clumps of cool dirt between my fingers

Scents of earthly soil dance past me through the breeze

I firmly pat the soil around the marigolds and zinnias

I pause for a moment and take a break

Scents of freshly mowed grass from the neighbors yard

it all dances past me through the breeze