grass long
and tall
dances in the
delicious breeze
breath of god
softly flowing

the red breast trudges
through the garden
beneath the blue, but
the worms are
hiding…it’s
too cool
in purple

always fight for what
is good and remember,
but for your light
some never come to
hope, only seeing the
dark night of the soul

beneath every garden
roots and seeds
winter in the
darkness…
a time to rest and
a time to blossom

~kat

Magnetic Poetry