June ©

A warmth lies upon the Earth
Lilac tries to trespass
Taps my window pane
Bending over as if bowing
I salute her … the dowager
Her gnarled branches show her age
In her glory she again graces us

I see the first rose bud
My choice to have them mingle
Amongst my other plants
Suits me and does no harm
Except for one visitor who scorns
I see my garden as a canvas
Where I choose to create colour

On trains and buses when others doze
I peel my eyes and spy
Look in yards and gardens
Admire each and covet none
It would be disloyal
When my girls and boys bloom
Where I have set them to give me joy