The View From My Garden

I have never since seen so many shades of green,
That dappled the valley from my garden.
Framing mushroom tones of Cotswold stones
Threaded with strands of golden daylight.

Every night in my dreams I am there again it seems
With the shades of departed companions.
And off in the day, my mind there will stray
To indulge in the thoughts of what once was.