A Spring Garden
Impatient for summer
her bare toes curl, settle
into soft moss; she savours
sweet violets, but dreams of lilac.
Catching her eye a pale brimstone
lemon yellow, sails on waves of air.
Snowy blossom unlocks a fragrance
with the promise of summer’s plenty.
Nearby, the willow’s green mist quivers.
A sharp breeze cools the wavering sun.
She shuts the garden shed, breathes in
the freshness of cut grass, and shivers.