standing here
in the garden
the breeze is tugging
lightly yet persistently
at the edges of
my loose shirt
the cold nips at my arms a little
whilst the soft touch
of the warm sun
spreads
through my back
not a single cloud
pollutes the sky
as the tiny green leaves
on the silver birch
flicker
like a flock
of one thousand sparrows
i take a sip
of dewy fresh water
from a crystal glass
the cool temperature
spreads through
my whole body
the grass
is growing long here
and the strands rise and flatten
collectively
each of them catching the light
for just a second
the blossom may be gone
but in turn
the wildflowers are beginning
to awaken from the earth
in pinks
and yellows
here
in this garden
everything is moving
just a little
ripples of new life
are shifting
the scenery
