Gardens Grow In The Moonlight

Life doesn’t stop when the day disappears,
when the desert heat is humbled by
long shadows, when cool breezes off
granite mountain cliffs draw
little ground animals to the
doorways of their dens,
twitching noses sniffing
the fresh fragrance of
night’s arriving.
Moonlight
is magic.

While humans and creatures of labor rest
in night’s dark embrace, gardens grow in
nourishing shafts of moonlight. Gardenia buds
crack open with an almost audible sound, rose
petals unfold gracefully, lupines stretch their
long, blue bodies to touch the moonbeam’s
approach. All living things breathe in night’s
gifts of sacred aroma. Gardens grow in the
moonlight. Flowers are born in the darkness.
Moonlight works its magic and all is well.