you asked

for photos of the garden. cascades

of pink soapwort over stone. the simple

yellow of a Brussels sprout flower. bloodstained

tips of a white dogwood flower

in a mist around a spring green tree. These gifts

I send to you. May you know peace

and the joy we share

in our moments

in the garden.

I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison.