Yours, Mine and Ours

 (Photo by Sylvia Kirkwood)

Gardens of life,
with upright folks,
holding on closely
to what is theirs;
Counting,
sometimes their riches,
sometimes their blessings,
and
at the fall
of dusk,
locking it all away
to open
again,
on another day.




But some gardens,
are blessed with
those
who also stand upright
but
open to the world;

"What is mine
is yours too;
come partake
freely
of nature's kindness
Sip the nectar...."

And the ballerina in yellow,

smiles,

leaps,

and lands daintily,

on her toes,

amidst a

carpet of white,

bows

hands outstretched,

and says

"Thank you !"