My healing garden

My garden is a-bloom and I'm feeling fine.

I have mangos,










and guavas,










pomegranates










and chilli-peppers too.










Hey, even my palm tree is a-fruiting
with bright red seeds
that no one eats
except maybe the birds that come a-calling.











My heart is glad, at the riot of colours,
The pink of my hibiscus,










the purple flowers,










oh I don't know what they're called.
There's yellow, there's red, even white I say,
But what I like best
is my bright orange orchid,
igniting a sunny feeling to chase my blues away.














Yes, I love my garden,
my little sanctuary where I gather my thoughts
and make some sense
of the less than perfect world that I live in.