NaPoWriMo #6

Today's prompt was to look out your window. I like always like that idea.

A battle rages here, of loveliness

Of death and of decay that brings the yard

To life again. The aloe vera reaches

Towards the sun with buds like little fingers

Of the ravenous for bread. Lantanas,

Smothered by their own roots in a pot

That’s just too small, bound over the rim,

their sunshine petals desperate

for the fragrant scent of earth.

The hibiscus that you planted springs

Ago blushes full of life to call

the swarms of honey bees into her blooms

 that sag with untouched pollen every year

a little more as honey bees and monarch

swarms grow thinner by the year. And there

I sit, beneath the great encino’s shade

Amidst it all, sipping on a glass

Of jasmine tea, thinking that the reason

For these lovely blooms must be me.