Impatiens and daffodils overflow in the roadside pot. School children wander along to school. Irises bloom bordering house and street. Squirrels chase each other through branches while High leaves blow gently in the sunny breeze. A landscraper pulls out in front of me ... We share the road as it lumbers in front of me. I wander what estate is due for a Spring make over We, like two train cars, cruise down a tree-lined road until The landscaper pulls into a well manicured estate ... I follow it into the back packing lot, past Rhododendrons and pots of daffodils lining the sidewalk, past Well-trimmed yards and pruned trees, past Quiet wooded paths and benches. I enter the mansion of stories and wings And seek out my patient and friend. She draws me from sunny, breathing, nature ... I leave behind the day and its gathering storms and Sit with her on the threshold. We hold hands no need for words ... I looked West but she looks East To the beyond, the immaterial. We hold hands and I turn East To see what she sees... To our destination. I exit the mansion and all about I hear singing and chirping. I say farewell to the manicured estate, passing by The spirit filled paths and benches, passing by Yards and trees stretching until East and West kiss, passing by Rhododendrons and daffodils, in the gentle breeze dancing with the spirits, and I exit the estate full of life, and Head home behind the landscaper, rejoicing as the squirrels caper in the spirit's breath, the school children energize the walks and flowers, and the Irises radiate the blessings of life.
©2010, John A. Mills