The Garden Comes Alive!
It is peak high noon. No movement is seen outside.
I draw my window curtains wide, to sate my eyes
In the ravishing beauty of our village garden.
Trees are heavily laden with green, healthy boughs.
But birds are nowhere in sight to sing their songs
When they usually nestle, swing, or flit from tree to tree.
If not, they populate the adobe rooftops quietly.
Perhaps, they have migrated and come back for their twilight dreams?
Nah, they are back, in a gliding canopy, and, once again
The garden comes alive!
The afternoon breeze, that wonderful feeling of the soothing breeze,
Lulls me to a dreamy siesta for a short rest.
But the shrubs and trees coquettishly
swaying in gentle tempo;
Behaving as if performing their own concerto.
In the midst of the booming garden,
Flowers are showing off their multi coloured pulchritude:
Roses, gardenias, camellias,
Bottlebrushes, Cadena de Amor and hydrangeas;
Oh just to name a few, are generously offering their best of blooms.
Their floral perfumes fill my senses with rapturous delight...
And the garden comes alive!
Peace is now invaded by some strange colourful birds,
And, solitude turns into a procession of peeping lairds.
Every branch, every twig, every nook of their dreams
Are filled with vibrant harmony in a string of noonday gleams.
Even the cloudless, cobalt sky collaborates with time.
The radiant sun sifts through the apex, beaming with pride.
The breeze comes a blowing, blowing, blowing.
The breeze comes a fanning, fanning, fanning.
My inspiration is revived by the beauty
On a noontime intermezzo, I see!
Ah! The garden comes alive!
© Leah C. Dancel
Copyright ©March 11, 2008
All rights reserved
SH-AUSTRALIA
Author's Note
Written just for my noontime intermezzo inspired by the tranquility of the surrounding. This makes us very happy and lucky to be away from the bickering and acrimonious world.
