I came to be near my friend
and share my thoughts today.
She was not home,
but I needed to stay.
So, I sat by her garden
to reflect in the shade.
She once said our souls are mirrored.
I agree, look around.
She has window boxes and ornate little kettles,
each with a task empowered.
Proudly harboring frail communes
of hopeful little flowers.
The lake is rippling quite swiftly today,
perhaps a thunderstorm is on its way.
I watch a cluster of delicate trees,
sway and savor each warm summer breeze,
They are small yet robust, as in the poem she loves--
"Birches" by Robert Frost
I adore this place as much as she.
this friend who concurs with my muse.
Just now, two water-loving birds swooped and soared...
Perhaps they are friends, too.