An old poem reworked

Twilight in the Potter's Garden


Twilight over the potter's studio.
The ladies show me through their garden,
Bright in sunset’s blue half-light,
Mixed blooms set in hand thrown pots.
Zinnia, Nasturtium, Alyssum, Moss Rose,
Pansies in colors I never knew,
Tiny yellow wildflowers with no name,
Honeybees take their nighttime sips.
Emerald dragonflies hover and dive,
Sleepy yellow beetles summit black stalks.
Astounded, I ask, “How do you do it?”
"Weeding takes all my stress away." she smiles.