Happiness In A Gardening Metaphor

Laying an essay down that I've been
reading to scan this balcony of all
its dirt-full containers,

the eye works
right to left, left to right
through the varigated yellows, purple
and reds. Again a new set
and I'm surrounded closer here by green.

Leaves of tall sprouting Sun
and Moon flowers before me and
to my right. I'm busy
anticipating at least five
black centers with a burst
of neon amber.

Funny how I've just noticed
the same bird singing a different
song than the one I
woke up to this morning.