e a r l y b l o o m

e a r l y b l o o m . . .

A winding stone path cuts through beds of vivid color —

yellows, purples, reds, and pinks spilling out in layers.

The grass is sharp and green, still damp from morning mist.

Tall evergreens line the garden’s edge, holding the space in quiet.

Above them, the hills rise into low clouds,

soft and gray against all this color.

The season is just beginning,

but already, the place feels full.