Windmills watch the whispering willow,

Dazed and dazzled by dwindling dreams,

Clouds of colour cascade and create

A cavalcade of energy, which envelops

Droplets of dew, dangling from dwarf daffodils.

Swaying in the sunlight, bathing in solitude,

Plant heads protrude and peep out, preparing

To propagate, they mingle amongst

A purple patchwork, peppered with paisley,

Laced with lavender and layers of lemon grass.

Beautiful blooms glow under cloudless skies,

The sunlight dawns, darting, daringly

Covering crouching crowns of clustered clover,

Grassy glades guard the growing glory

Of a glorious gathering - a gardener's gala.

Heavenly scents of sanctuary, solemn and sacred,

Flow from the fields of flowering fortune,

Favouring the frequent visitor who ventures

Nearer, and varies their visage by visiting

The voluptuous vineyard, fervently guarded.

Welcomed they enter a glorious garden,

Amazed they wander in Mother Nature's

Perfect back yard.

L E Madgewick, Fareham