Our Garden Today
What a beautiful day, what a sheer summer delight,
having breakfast amidst an array of colored flowers, despite,
the insufferable heat that plants were exposed to
in Autumn’ plight,
then in November unusually cold, we had buckets of rain
for a fortnight.
Our thirsty garden blossomed too early in an
Autumn day,
October, should be cool, but the sun’s rays
unrelenting in every way,
November tiny, young flowers so humbled,
were watered by God.
Today, blue skies and warm weather, so otherwise
so intensely odd.
Climate change has been good for our garden,
messed up planet earth’s norms, but plants did gladden.
What will the rest of summer be like we wonder,
will one day be hot and, the next cold, we earnestly ponder.
I always feel a garden is the window to any real home,
one who plants a garden plants happiness, never alone.
We could hear flowers’ growing, thanking us for our nurture,
a rainbow of colors became enveloped by nature.
The garden on the property we bought was a blank canvas,
it was left to us to create it as we wanted,
devoid of grass any plant life or love so desperately needed.
Every flower we lovingly placed, would never know solitude,
could hear whispers every evening of enchanted gratitude.
Our small English style cottage home has a cottage style garden,
a courtyard with Greek island looks, dating back
To an era of Spartan,
Our home is our haven, our garden gives us peace and serenity,
The stars and the moon are heaven’s flood lights, saluting our
garden, and blessing it for eternity.
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