Garden’s Gleam

Just before your very eyes
is a garden that will never die.

It’s the only thing that ever is,
all shapes, all forms, all bits of bits,
are all atoms in its green,
you and I look out from a tree.

And sometimes we see
bits beyond the leaves.

Winter comes, the flowers fade,
branches thin, as do the days,
and despite the chill, what a gift to be
even a speck of this garden’s gleam.

Hannah Arin is a junior at Pitzer College pursuing a double major in religious studies and philosophy.