Rattlesnake Master

the bees

are finishing

their pollen harvest

singing chattering

goldfinch arrive

for the ripening

thistle and wild

bergamot seeds

with your

pale globes

and blades

only a lifetime

ago i was not aware

of your place

in the order

each day

i walk beyond

the walls

of the garden

to where you grow

behold what you

are becoming

marvel

at your patience

at a world

i once did not know