Covering my fences

I walk alone in my blossoming garden,
submerging my presence in purples of lilac,
Spanish jasmine standing aside little white stars of anthericum. 

They intoxicate my senses covering the fences,  
the ones that I once used to draw the line.

Now they’re drenched in violet ivy, 
strawberry of the Indies and lily of the valley. 

As I stand in this floral sea it has occurred to me,
the beauty inside of us is there for us to see, 
there for us to be.