Gardens

By: Domitille MARTIN-DENAVIT

 

The busy buzzing bee

Flying in circles around my face

The hot summer sun sucking the scent out of the roses

Sudden gust of wind, whipped round the house,

Foretelling a storm

The first big fat drops of rain started

And were followed by a heavy drumming on the roof

All of a sudden bright sunshine shocked us

And the song of birds rose in harmony

We could again hear the calming splish-splashing of

The fountain