David Lee
Seven A. M. in the Garden
The garden sleeps in shades of gray;
a beetle crawls beneath the basil.
Sunrise hasn’t decided where to begin,
but it’s already everywhere.
A single crocus unfolds like a secret,
petals pale against soil that still dreams.
I kneel to lift a stone: tiny spiders scatter,
a whisper of worlds too small to name.
Coffee steams like a quiet promise;
two sparrows skirt the fence, unafraid.
Everything is becoming something else:
light, movement, thought, prayer.
David Anson Lee (he/him) is a poet from Texas who was born on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota. His work explores memory, place, and the quiet resonances of everyday life. His poems have appeared in numerous literary journals including Eunoia Review, Ink Sweat & Tears, Silver Birch Press, and The Orchards.