Dawning Glory

Reminded me of

last years sunshine,

days sown in packets

of seeds with love,

strange how even the

smallest of wonders

can conjure up long,

hot endless summers.

Big bags of fine compost

filling tray after tray,

leaving nothing to chance

as each new life finds its way,

silly it might seem, but I recall

spending many hours talking

to those seedlings...I wonder

was I wasting my breath?

Even played music – was it

Vivaldi Four Seasons that

helped you along, or good

old fashioned watering?

Pots now filled with golden heads

which seem to smile in summer rays,

while gentle breezes catch the leafy

foliage which sways with slight quiver.

Now as I wake at early morn,

in garden for a stroll, recalling

bees partake of nectar, glad

of Springs that now live on.