Water spills from the hose,
bending the last light of the day as it caresses each new leaf and bud.
Another day is drawing to a close.
The woods come alive with the tiny sparks of fireflies
and the frogs screech their nightly lullabye.
Dirt and mud under my fingernails
are a permanent tattoo of these long, summer days.
My patience grows like the tender new plants rooted in the earth.
I unfold in the natural of here.
DS