THROUGH THE WINDOW
Now the growing months are here
I can see the added beauty of this tree,
it blocks out the neighbours
and frowns at the clematis
creeping, invading, but making
apologies with delicate pinks.
I've hung the voile with blue tulips
it looks good in my porch,
too small to be called conservatory,
but big enough for me
to have five minutes before the
invasion of flymos and mowers
assaults my protesting ears
and kills the moment.
* Patsy Goodsir describes herself as “A daft granny who drives a yellow
car. Had poetry, fiction and non fiction published, both in national
press and online.” She adds “Never sleep with an elephant he might roll over.”
www.patsygoodsir.com
