The Garden Is Green And Waiting
The garden is green and waiting
For colours to arrive
The reds, the blues, the yellows
That brings each stem alive
The bees they sit so patient
On standby for the go
To take each petals nectar
So honeycombs can flow
The butterflies still yawning
Escape their safe cocoon
Longing for the buddleia
To offer up its plumes
The birds in idled chatter
Squawk amongst the trees
They know a feast is coming
Like bugs upon the breeze
But for me it is the perfume
That soon will waft my way
To tell me that the summer
At last has come today
Thought To Ponder – “Let us be grateful to people who make us happy ; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom” – Marcel Proust
Talking To Myself
Softly are the footsteps
that sneak right past my door
For no one comes to visit
at least to me no more
I’m not that really bothered
for I don’t have much to say
And who on earth would listen
about a life that’s ebbed away
My time alas is racing
towards a final close
And all the things
that meant so much
Where did those notions go
Still I’ve got the telly
that chats to me all day
With adverts for insurance
for when I pass away
But that is in the future
by then I will not care
For I’ll have lots to talk to
when I am over there…
PTT 01.07.19.
Music On You Tube – Claude Debussy – Reverie L. 68
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