My garden bound

By a hedge

Consisting of

Reawakened hawthorns

Splendid in delicate green dresses

Evergreen yews

With light coloured

Needled fans from the

Old dark growth emerging

And the prickly

Shiny hollys

With red berries

 

In sun's warming

Cloak drapped

Perennials in various

Verdant Hues

Peer out of the earth

 

Lemon yellow glowing

Self seeded primroses

Are dotted everywhere

 

White

Mauve

And lime green

Christmas roses

Are still in blossom

 

Area reserved for the

Arrival of summer visitors

Is reborn with

Not for long

Delicate stingless nettles

 

The pond is spread

With a blanket of spawn

Their annual yearning

For immortality fulfilled

The frogs have long gone

 

With the young safe

In well concealed nests

Birds are out

Frentically foraging

 

In these unprecedented times

An ideal refuge

Weeding

Prunning

Tilling the soil

Self isolation and excercise heaven

 

Alas I'm not ALONE

A red breasted Robin

Supervises my every move

Oblivious of social distancing convention

Forages within inches

With disdain

Thank god for a welcome companion