As the sun finally strides
Into the garden
We will all be waiting
The tomatoes with their lips
pursed plump and green ready
To blush into ripeness
The fuchsia stretching
Its inquisitive
Fingers
Around and through cage-
Bars for the promise
Too long withheld
And me cowering
Amid vanishing
Shadows
Clinging
To tattered illusions
winter ever was
Jewniquely Myself 
Gorgeous platter of beauty! The sun is smiling at this welcome. Can’t believe i missed your poems — i wait for them, like the tomatoes for sun! Thank YOU, dear blessed beautiful Joan for sharing these treasures from your heart!
And to find you here…such a sweet gift, thank you! The garden, and my days are so much sweeter knowing you are beside me on this journey…this sweet, mystifying journey to Love Divine…blessings and sweetness to yualways, my darling *children clapping/dancing**hummingbirds hovering**arms entwined*