A SUMMER MORNING
Have you ever seen a garden
bathing in the morning mists of grey?
Swirling gently around the flowers,
kissing them with dew at the break of day?
Then as the sun comes warm
into that garden that is so very bright,
At that beauty stand and gaze
and wonder at the glorious colourful sight.
An early morning gift before sun
rays are too hot, but are gentle and warm,
A miniature Paradise of colour
keeping all there safe from hurt or harm.
Acrobatic squirrels seem like
birds flying from branches in the mighty trees,
The birds seemed to be mocking
them, flying with such swift grace and ease.
I long for misty summer mornings
when the flowers are refreshed with sweet dew,
And the whole world is a warm
paradise for folks like me to wander through.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 13 February 2004