Chelsea Physic Garden, London UK

I found him there—
between nightshade and lilies,
basking in the hush of a March morning.

He had sprouted from the soil:
eyes the color of treebark,
leaves budding at his collarbones, 
sweet yellow fruit in his palms. 

With dimples full of snowdrops,
his smile curved along
the winding paths of Chelsea.

He belonged to the garden,
with all the shades of spring
blooming in his heart.