2021 Poetry from my back garden

Poetry from My Back Garden’ a series inspired by my own back garden. Little by little, I learn about the tress, the light, and the seasons. Every day, there are changes in this small garden. To wait for the roses to bloom is a precious time. I enjoy watching the butterflies fly and snuff the flowers I grow. The garden in the backyard becomes a spiritual space. I feel calm and complacent, realizing how simple the happiness is.

Little birds would come to the garden. They would clamber up the branches chirping wonderful voices. While enjoy watching the little birds, my thought went back to the time when my grandpa was still alive. Every day after the morning walk, my grandpa would carefully shape the sticky rice into little balls; lined them up on the house wall for those little birds to have breakfast. He did this every day, the beautiful simple act. I smiled to myself for the memory. Thanks to my backyard garden which has taught me about life and bring me back to my beloved grandpa.