Tranquility is a true gift In the midst of the year-end hullabaloo and preparations for summer travel, and there’s not much that’s more peaceful then spending time in a spring garden…at least when you’re not being surprised by reptiles (here). Whenever I can find the time, I’ve been soaking up the essence of my garden. In between the flares of dame’s rocket and the spears of iris are pockets of calm. I linger there.
In the garden
peace
sprouts
green
tendrils.
Peace
unfurls
tender
leaves.
Peace
in the garden.
©Molly Hogan
Nix the comfort zone 
Reading the poem makes you feel the peace. Green tendrils… tender leaves… peace, truly.
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Beautiful and peaceful energy in this poem.
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Yeah, since that snake adventure, I would be treading lightly in the garden. I love your peaceful skinny poem.
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I love how these simple words combine to make a peaceful garden. Especially love tendrils/tender.
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