Velvet is the sage, needles the rosemary, hungry
Is the blossom in the morning, eager for the sun.
Seedlings, shift, make the earth give way, daring
The little ones to come and take a sniff. And it’s
All so beautiful, the air, the warmth, the saffron,
The green. Nothing is lonely, yet all exists with
Such peril. I ask you in the garden, “Should I kiss you?”
Your answer is silent as a rose. And glorious.