Sun spills over my terrace wall
Insects awake and start to crawl
Around the terra cotta pots
For birds - opportunity knocks!
The box tree now perks up a treat
The hostas from their earth bed peep
I watch the ivy make its way
Towards the trellis every day.
The hanging baskets still swing free
Who will their new tenants be?
Time to scrub my garden chairs
And bring my tea tray up the stairs!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014