(Inspired by Helen Nelson-Reed’s “Pondering the Garden”)  

Flowers robe her head, intone 
an ageless chant—green with verve,  

framed by blue’s mirth—a praise 
song for vermilion’s honesty, tinged  

yellow by curiosity. A mandala 
flower falls, frictionless, to her hand,  

prickles then stills the air, anointing 
fingers, musings, desires with an aura  

that could be fleeting, but seeks 
perfection instead, encircled by eternity. 

(I can’t figure out how to add an image here, but will change my profile picture.)