Submitted by Sinclair Andruska
As the bees buzz in harmony,
The sun glistens on peonies dew
White picket fenced streets, and
25 orange trees, all in their youth
The cool summer breeze calls
To anything willing to listen
Tall trees guide your path
You’ll no sooner miss them
They lead to the Garden
Where reality drifts away
Roses blush at first sight,
Pondering quietly, what you’ll say
Time in the Garden, where everything grows
Bees buzz around, yet nobody knows.
Photo credit: Edouard Cortes – Chemin Sous Bois
watercolor aceo 6/2018 
The Reluctant Poet 