Secret Garden

With the enchanted key
of my irises,
I slowly turn the handle
leading to the secret garden
that I will landscape with my lenses.
I gather and paint in my mind 
a glorious Eden
made from what February offers:
bright daylilies and sun to burst
my heart open at its seams. 
I will visit this created place of dreams

I better see if mom is done
in the medical building… 
I try not to frolic too far when
I am needed… 

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