Voices on the Wind
Voices in the Garden
by Michelle O'Hearn
Buzzing bumbles swarmed the Red Bud
While birds stretched their vocal scales
Freshening winter voices to spring.
Clippers in hand, I pass the pollenating commotion
Sights set on renewing the bushes and vines.
Gloves chewed by teething mice
My bare-handed task becomes fed by adrenaline
Excitement spreading through the budding scents of early blooms.
Mind clearing with each snip and drop of a dead branch
Rejuvenated as skin warms to the sun and scratched.
Time and muscles forgotten and finding myself far from the start
A pause to reflect on these moments of bliss
The clippers fall to the dirt.
A tingling begins and moves to pain as blisters swell with my heart
Watching the cardinals assessing the renovations in flighted approval
My lips curl up like leaves soaking in dew.