Natures Haven

Natures Haven

As I step outside
fresh morning air I breathe,
the garden so alive
I meet with grateful eye.
As not to disturb
I quietly tread,
not an intruder am I.
Upon this wondrous sight
I crouch and drink in
the newest born,
emerging each day
from fertile soil.
A slight breeze blows,
hyacinth perfume drifts
a sweetness I adore.
Bluebells show their colours
of wild nature.
Lady's Mantle with drops of dew,
her leaves with soft down
awaiting the birth of
yellow floss.
Welsh poppies bow down
before me,
petals so fragile
to be blown upon the wind.
Pink bonnets of the columbine
from days gone by,
cottage gardens of yester year.
I too have my own haven,
my piece of nature,
to enrich the darkest days.

Copyright Karen Canning