I watch you putter in your “Garden of Earthly Delights” 
and feel grateful. Feel the years of emotion move
through me like the breeze moves through your 
field of poppies, orange petals fluttering like
butterfly wings. Feel grounded like the 
milkweed you grew from seed, strong
ready to feed caterpillars, ready to grow 
back for more butterfly eggs. So many 
growing things you nurture. So many 
lives you help unfold as they were
meant to unfold. 
©2020 Joanne Young Elliott

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