There’s fragrance in the air this time of year–

Hibiscus, bougainvillea, liatris,

And sounds rock the senses: the birds I hear

Are calling for mates. Morning showers kiss

My garden, leave behind a loving drink

That keeps it growing when the afternoon

Sun would beat it down, leave it on the brink

Of thirsty death. Then May will become June,

Flowers will give way to the luscious fruits

Of our labor, rich, green jungle. Life fills

This world with healthy color. Summer suits

This Eden, this tropical wonder; thrills

Around every corner, behind each tree,

Await our hungry eyes, which ache to see.