My daffodil, my leek, my love

My asphodel, she-dragon, you

Are green of all below, above...

I see you young and could-be-straying

Suspicion scars an ancient heart

The I pretend and say I’m playing...

The thoughts that scourge me in the night

Cannot defer the living skies

Of dawn and morning’s hopeful light...

The light is dying out of the sky

Sun said goodnight an hour ago

The garden’s in shadow, one lone bird goes by...

Remember that time we sat out

With coffee, doing lists?

Filled with contentment and without...

What is the story of your life? 

I have a friend – she is my wife

And what philosophy is your spur?...

The sweet-peas that she gathers 

Are destined for some jar

She walks the garden, scissors in hand...

Allie Gordon is my girl

Than her there is no better

She set my head in quite a whirl...

If I could tickle your toes, my Rose

And stroke your sumptuous bottom 

‘Twould mean my dear, you’re here, quite close...

The garden settles in for the evening

The sun’s gone down behind the trees

The still light sky won't let the night bring...