My yard has become a rainforest this year.
When you get more than twice as much rain
as the average each year,
in a usual arid environment,
one day you open your front door and realize
that somehow your front yard has wandered
to the Bahamas or perhaps to Brazil.
There are sunflower plants and thistles taller
than I’ll ever be.
There are trees that never existed before,
in places I’ve never seen.
The ivied vines are growing on bricks
like we’ve been transported to New England,
with colonies of very odd insects
invading our spaces.
Once there were only rocks, flowers
and an occasional wasp in the season,
now there are these weird bugs,
that bite without reason!
Yes, it looks like my work is cut out
for me today,
so I can see the blue skies and flowers
and neighborhood again.
I have to admit, though,
as I sit here
in awed wonder,
should I leave nature alone
and enjoy the rare trips
I feel I have made,
to other continents and places,
simply by the green forest
that the bountiful rain has made
in my usual brown spaces?
© Elaine Wood-Lane