Poetry

Lemon Balm

Yesterday the lemon balm was in a pot

Today it's taking over a garden bed.

I was stunned when I saw it

and actually, fell right in...

The scent still lingers in my head.

What can I say about lemon balm?

It's a beautiful, fragrant delight - 

Just as invasive as it's cousin mint!

But if it feeds my bees, I'll be all right.

Peach Tree 

The peach tree hums in Summer's light,

Heavy with gifts - a golden sight.

Fuzzy suns in leafy arms,

Soft with scent and old-world charms.

No need to rush, the fruit will fall,

When time and touch begin to call.

Each blush a story, sweet and slow-

The garden's way of letting go.

Ode to Calendula

In gardens gold and sunbeam bright​

She dances soft in morning light

She calms the rash and, she heals the burn

a floral friend at every turn.

She's gentle, sweet - a healer true,

A balm for skin, both old and new.

No drama here, just a tender touch -

Calendula, you do so much.