It would be
in a garden
in late spring
inhaling luscious scents
fingers touching
velvet petals
wildflower beds
liriope rows
coleus designs
of pink and purple.

I would slide between
roots of perennials,
celebrate their return
watch annuals
bloom for the first time
notice birds flying above
to capture the view
wings spread.

This spring
my sister’s hydrangea
will renew
for the eighth time
now tall and wide
centerpiece of the garden
giving birth
to the incredible.