Poetry: Perennial Migration

Photo by Melissa Burovac on Unsplash

by Margie Peterson

Bee Balm migrates ever westward
toward the sunset; while clover reaches
for the morning sun.

Humans shift through the cardinal directions,
stumbling to catch up with their garden.

Their impatient feet have forgotten
Nature’s eternal dance.

No matter.
Their senses remember and tell them:
Reach wide.
Breathe deep.
Savor growing.