When the sun comes out, we come alive
Like busy bees around a hive
The flowers hold their heads up high
And rain clouds vanish in blue sky.
This nature poet loves it best
When birdsong presages a nest
With fledglings waiting to be fed
As Mamma bird swoops overhead.
Daisies perk up in profusion
Thyme and lavender in fusion
Fragrant herbs embalm the air
A touch of Provence lies right here!
A whirring sound across the street
As a neighbour makes his box hedge neat
Bright-coloured blooms burst forth and grow
As my terrace puts on this fine show.
I'm busy - but I put down tools
To contemplate how Nature rules
Her largesse takes my breath away
And brings new meaning to my day!
(c) Poet in the woods 2018