Still moving through a lovely dream, I woke
left my bed and wandered out
to water the gardens.
Their thirst, I supposed, and even sensed,
after days of humid heat
that offered no sip, no drip, no drink,
But the rain never came.
I washed dusty leaves and watered deep roots,
bathed and showered each plant, one by one.
Dry soil turned to merry mudbaths
for those who crawl and flutter and hop.
Jeweled drops sparkled on plants that bowed
to drink again.
Birdsong chorused and echoed through trees.
the breeze held out its hand;
the garden said, “Yes, let’s dance!”
I stood in deep shadows,
enjoying the show,
wearing pajamas, but fully awake.
Sometimes, the better dream is here.
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6 thoughts on “Sometimes, the Better Dream”
It is really soaking in. Wonderful and wet.
Yes, the better dream is here… for sure.
Wow! You can have my rain Catherine…We’re swimming in place. I can see you now bizzing about in your night gown tending your gardens. They truly are beautiful. Excellent job! Have a good day….VK
Thank you, VK…wish we could even out the wind and rain…but I suppose something has to remind us we’re not in charge! 🙂
Lovely, Kitty, the heart and soul of being a gardener. I wish wonderful rain for you, the most healing of gifts, but your garden and its denizens have you as the rainmaker 🙂
Thank you, Lynn: rain is predicted for the next few days, possibly in fits and starts, but we’ll take it! I’ve been out his morning to cut back a few plants before the rain washes seeds back into the earth…a ritual; I always thank them for blooming so beautifully…Joy to your day!