Garden
It is such a beautiful evening
blue tipped with gold.
Along the low brick wall
where we sat (before
the chairs were gathered in),
the tall tree waves greenly
to the sky.
Nothing is lonely
there is too much joy in the air.
and long shadows like ships
billow across the lawn.
*Maureen Weldon lives in North Wales. Loves reading poetry, and trying to write it. Also enjoys performing poetry, incorporating music. Her poems have appeared in many small press magazines and journals.