I Think I’ll Build a Garden by Meridian Reid

The yard is bare and desolate

Patches of grass laid out here and there

Weeds have taken over

A fool’s gold of sorts

I think I’ll build a garden

Why not- something to look forward too

I’ll run my hands through the red clay

I’ll introduce foreign soils

Then it’s April

Then it’s May

Then it blooms

A reason to welcome the rain

Embrace the rain

With open arms

And gratitude

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Meridian Reid is a time traveler. She travels through time and space to worlds real and imagined. With a pen as her totem, she explores everything from human behavior to the natural world. Her mode of transport? Words of course. When she isn’t traveling, Meridian manages marketing for the small jewelry and decor business that she owns with her mother and sister.