What More Could It Want?

Wind chime rings faintly

In front of blooming lilacs;

Their smell still to come.

Through translucent leaves

The morning sun shines and glows:

Illumination.

My wild garden

Grows in front of my porch steps:

Full, unattended.

Dandelion puffs

Stand next to their yellow kin:

Past, present, future.

A lone lilac bloom

Grows in front of the farm muck

Just before the fence.

The stream bed is filled

With water, light and shadows;

What more could it want?

Lying on the road,

Leaf has water drops on it:

Liquid, transparent.

Buried in a bloom,

Bumble bee embraces it

Vibrating color.