by Nia Marharg.
Darkness drapes itself over light
and drags another day to a close,
folds it away in a bank of distant dreams.
As if no rule, no-compass scheme lay before its eyes,
Good and evil people passed.
Good and evil people entered.
Someone said something profound at midday
forgotten by evening…
The sea pounded the shoreline with its massive waves.
The wind belted the lime stone face of Mount Snape.
First light of sun revealed
red rose blooms laden with dew,
petals with sun-lit crystals,
in my garden… delicate.
.Every flower is an honoured dinner guest
waiting to be invited to nature’s table…
shrubs and flowers healthily yielding their beauty and fragrance.
Paths in the garden lead on to gravelled beaten tracks.