A Happy Visitor!

 My wisteria blooms at frightening rate

The wind picks up - plumes dissipate

And rivulets of petals flow

Engendering a purple show

 

Across my clean-swept terrace tiles;

Its gay abandon causing piles

Of disarray in dawning sun …

A gardener’s work is never done!

 

But as I cast my eyes around

I hear a gentle, buzzing sound

The bees adore Nature’s largesse

And pollinate with joyful zest!

 

Among the mint plants’ straggling leaves,

Sheltered by my tall pine trees

I stoop, and suddenly observe

That good luck charm – a ladybird!

 

My terrace is alive and well

And here I like to sit and smell

The fragrance of my blossomed nook

With cup of tea and thrilling book!

(c) Poet in the woods 2022