My Other Love by Jenny Hart

How I love my garden

So fresh and pure

Damp dew lies on petals

I bend to its allure.

Slight movements nudge the cobwebs,

Seed heads tussle,

Thorns and flowers tangle

Leaves and grasses rustle.

Cobalt blue is heady,

True blues are rare,

Evening light enhances

This colour vibrant there.

Yellows are iridescent

And white glows too,

As night takes over dusk,

All colours fade from view.

My favourite time is morning,

Those early hours

Nothing transcends the beauty

The sacredness of flowers.