Her Birthday in the Garden
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
On your birthday,
I plant nothing new.
I weed around the lavender
you chose because bees
made you less afraid of summer.
A neighbor asks what it is for.
I say your name.
That is enough explanation.
By noon, three bees arrive,
busy with their own living.
I sit beside the purple stems
and let the day be both:
yours,
and still moving.
63 words · 14 lines · Free Verse