The Green Leaf Grows

Minou, Minou, I beg of you,
     Show me your garden, please.
It's bound to be a nesting place
     For birds and blooms and bees.

`Oh no,' you say, `My garden is
     Not full of vulgar blooms.
Its charm lies in the shapes and lines—
     Come softly through its rooms.'

Watching our cats explore the yard
     Brings me a ready smile.
There is so much to tempt them there,
     Arranged in your own style.

The green leaf grows, the buds begin
     Unfurling in the spring.
This garden you are growing is
     A many-splendoured thing.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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