A Garden-Heir part1

And I've walked hot days full

with a mind of bees,

stumbling once upon you in April

(I kindly thank the stone that met my toe)

your garden? A vast love for Eden

that the charmer in me, goes only so far as saying hello.

A wave, faint

but throws freshness of air

on an early hot spring day

yet im off busy bee

new found respect to pollinate.

There's pollen in me

wandering free

to your garden retreat

on this path where I indeed

intend by invitation send

she opens the white gates

invites me in.