
a band of boulders
are caught sneaking from the woods–
toward my garden
–photo by me

a band of boulders
are caught sneaking from the woods–
toward my garden
–photo by me

I dream of a garden
In some secret glade,
Where apples are rubies
And leaves are cool jade.
I see amethyst asters
On peridot stems,
Raspberry garnets —
And all made of gems!
The garden pond ripples
With blue tiger’s eye
In this emerald glade
‘Neath this sapphire sky.
When the amber sun sets,
And the pearl moon’s nigh,
Then the diamonds come out
In the black onyx sky.