Waiting for the winter's cold
To hit my prickling skin...
The season grows cold
And the leaves turn old...
As I sit here
under the eyes...
A garden!
of an old...
Shadows fall upon us all
An ever changing scene...
Bathed in morning rain -
then she dazzles by blazing sun...
The little kitten runs and hides.
Under the coffee table...
Where else would I rather be,
when this is what I've dreamt of...
I was sat in my cottage when
The sun went down and then...
Majestic swan glides
The liquid mirrored quiet...
Peaking over sun kissed petals
Under an arc of iridian hues...
Xanthic iotas enveloped in nacre,
Bonanza of amber ripples...