Garden poetry for today.....

If what began last spring is nearly,

Held in winter’s dream as dearly,

Then when season’s life is o’re.

I’ll still be begging for more.

If autumn time and space recall,

This gardener’s joyful summer ball,

I’ll rest with schemes of next years blooms,

Of seeded patch and greenhouse rooms.

If all the moments were just one.

My time reduced to half the fun.

Let laughter be throughout all time.

Glassed clinked with sweetest wine.

The sun warmed smiles, the misty dew,

Garden dance with jeans of blue.

Has left a softened, warming heart.

Happy at ending….as was the start.