Afternoon Passes Through the Garden

Love the live lush rush and fall
of afternoon sun on a garden wall.
Crumbling red brick embraced in vines.
Breezes that light in tops of pines.
Grey-blue flagstones edged in clover,
bumblebees bounce and gambol over.
Soot-stained ring of cinder blocks,
where tongues of fire have their talks.
Peering past the garden gate,
I sip my tea and let dreams wait.
Here, one hides ‘neath colt’s foot petals,
here one gathers thistles, nettles.
There, one chases a honey bee,
there one lounges next to me
on the wicker garden chair,
in a dress all gauzy fair.
When I search, I find them all,
crouched near now shaded garden wall.

Chani Zwibel is a graduate of Agnes Scott College, a poet, wife and dog-mom who was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, but now dwells in Marietta, Georgia. She enjoys writing poetry after nature walks and daydreaming. Read other articles by Chani.