— Lesa Medley

In Mary’s garden
a soft wind blows,
flowers and herbs bloom and grow.
A kitty named Desi sleeps
coiled in a corner in the sun,
one paw wrapped over her face.
She’s hoping you don’t see her.
The sounds of poetry, laughter
and chimes
blend musically with
the rustling of the trees
in the wind.
The afternoon sunlight
filters through the leaves,
casting a golden glow.
Hummingbirds hover,
wine flows, and
friendships strengthen . . .
and deepen.
Our writing becomes richer,
more alive
with this good food,
good conversation,
and good company
for inspiration.
Yes, magic happens . . .

in Mary’s garden.