MIST IN MAY

MIST IN MAY

It

leaves

lizard

destitute

in the rockery.

Seeps through velvet violets,

seeks and cradles all

in its mystical power.

Slithering bodies freeze,

bright sparks of energy wither,

as it spreads like honey on moss covered rocks and crevasses.

Summer is now just a fantasy.

Sweeps over Feng Shui path,

leaf littered by Autumn’s calling.

Sleep well now, in your glorious bed of gold, burnt umber, ruby red and dappled ochre

till random rake lifts you onto garden, one fine day.

Grotesque shapes of weeping cherry trees scratch at windows

with their claw-like, brittle, branches.

Rhododendron buds

wither grey.

Gentle jonquils and daring daffodil hide and seek

shelter in their spears.

Belladonna lilies slumber,

dreaming

of a

warm

sun.

VGOW

21/05/17