Songbirds performed as I waded through thyme
under the hoya that scaled my windows.
Morphos danced along with a small wind chime
as peace lilies drank from the garden hose.
While tending to weeds before winter’s kiss,
I was visited by the alchemist.
Accept this gift for sustaining such bliss!
He vested me a chunk of amethyst.
I quickly found his gift fades in sunlight
and fractures under ultraviolet heat.
So I buried it far from the sun’s bite,
around the clover roots beneath my feet.
And by next year’s Beltane – what do you know –
jagged purple petals started to grow.
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