My Sisters little garden. A poem by Ali Greer

My sisters little garden.

Modest beginnings in the beauty of simplicity.

She unfolds delicately with much vigour to sympathise.

My Sisters little garden.

It's a healing blessing each year to gaze in awe.

Flowers pop up their tiny heads in a kind of claw.

Straining against last Winters cruel frost.

The Yellow Poppies, they never get lost.

Self evolved,

self-motivated,

self-expression,

self seeded.

The North wind blows but not ever heeded.

My Sisters little garden thrives with all her loves.

Whilst the hedgerow brims, grows, and moves.

The tiny Blue Tit's song cry out their hearts.

Hungry hedgehogs are welcomed in all its parts.

Welcome to this garden, a galaxy of wonderful creatures.

The seasons roll by, and memories that teach us.

My Sisters little Oasis.

Her garden.

As Springtime blossoms with Mother nature's kiss.

No pardon.