Over the wall, softly,
quickly
tumbling thru’ the leafy
fullness
landing deep in a
silvery blue fragrance.
Shade and light
flowing towards you – where
spangled fronds flip
jewels of moisture
The sound of bells
carries in the wind.
One dragonfly swims
someplace down a dusty
sunbeam.
m.joy
(written while living in London at the end of the underground line in a small bedsit for a strange while not far from Kew Gardens longing to be in the country. daytime worked in a factory where fizzy drinks were made and nighttime used to imagine what it would be like to walk round the Gardens when the gates had shut)
sunnypolarbear 