Lanter Poems

To set the scene

A scene was set.
Beside
Clover covered hills,
Delicately, the
Estuary was 
Flowing to the sea.
Growing 
High 
In rows, were
Jacarandas
Kissed by rays of sunlight.
Little 
Marigolds
Nestled
On
Planter boxes
Quite 
Resilient from the warm
Sun.
The window was open,
Under it was a 
Vine,
Weaving in an 
Xeric condition,
Yellowing as it died with lack of 
Zest, as no-one cared.