Younger

walking through the remnants of the garden

Queen Anne’s lace and daisies having taken over

no scent in the air to distract

from the bright sun beating down

grapes not yet ripe form a wall

along the far edge, deer having nibbled some

my eyes becoming dazzled by the light

my mind wandering with the memories

when once the yellow mums and purple lupines

dominated this half acre of blissful land

and I was much younger