In Our Words Canadians Reading Together

A Joy to Behold

BEVERLY MCINTOSH

Flowers blooming all aglow
Colours reflecting in my soul

Butterflies flutter in my garden
Flowers flourish all around them

Is it the sweet smell that attracts them?
Or the colour in transaction

Changing form from day to day
What a marvel these blooms create

In all the world
There’s none so grand
As flower growing on my land.