My Garden

Butterflies silver gold

Blue and red

Some shy others bold

They fly above my head

My golden poppies nod

In the gentle breeze

Increase and grow under loamy sod

Quite near blue freshwater seas.

Summer leaves all too soon

I love my garden on days like these

Under the sun and under the moon

Soon trees will shed their red and golden leaves

My summer garden a sweet memory like me

Today I am not spring summer or fall I am winter.