Garden moments remembered

If I close my eyes I can almost smell the flowers
buttoning into summer with a vibrant petal stir
Walking through the lane I own a sweet review
of all the roses that once hugged my fence

A little squirrel skitters through a leafy tree
skirting in the distance like a flying superman
The sound of children 's laughter in the sun
its a magnet to my ear, I'm lawning once again

The tea is served in mugs, of goofy decalettes
beneath a parasol umbrella green and white
The hours melt away like a season's peep show
I need not memorize, this momentary glow

for I know each year, that winter door will close
and spring will reappear, like an iris in my rose .