A garden reverted to it’s natural state –
Yellow on a background of kaleidoscopic green,
Punctuated here and there with a powder of cornflower blue
Edging on down to the water – holds me in it’s thrall.
Untamed, unruly, left to natures chance,
Entwined with Dog Weed and long stemmed grass
A haven for insect, song bird and bobbing fowl.
This mid-summer moment,
Under a scorching midday sun
Presents this scene,
A loan for but a moment or a day
If we come back tomorrow in different weather
Or at a different time of day,
Or indeed if we are different in some intangible way,
The vista would have changed, replaced by something new.
Equally unique,
But different with every changing moment, hour or day.
