Forget-me-nots turn to face your garden stride,
twinkling blue in photosynthesis
endeavouring to match your sunlit eyes.
Eyes which settle on every blossom,
weed and wilted end,
every burst of pansy lilac
every shoot of snapdragon yellow,
and as you smile, the sky mellows,
clouds which roll, slow to a drift
to admire your gifts
with secateurs and seeds,
saplings and climbers.
The lilies and roses blush
in your presence, bowing
to a queen who walks
in pollen dust magic and slippers.
You stop to greet
the fairy upon the slide
red, blue and petite
shaking out her wings,
in the seat of security
and wonder, you’d furnished with her.