evening in the garden

edit-5813purple flower spikes
less busy now
as evening comes
and here I sit
with tea
and camera
(just in case)

no butterflies left
they’ve gone to bed
(where do they sleep?)

but still the swallows
chitter by
the out-late bees
hum-bumble low
and early moths
flutter

time slows
to a honeyed trickle
in our wild garden

summer’s haze

20130708-134259.jpgmy hair fills my face
teased by the breeze
my feet are tickled
by prickling grass
my back is just
beginning to ache
I’m changing position
with every breath
my jeans I fear
may be slightly damp
I swear an ant went
somewhere it shouldn’t
and yet ..
and yet I sit
beneath this tree
embracing the wildness
and living this moment
my lunch break escape
where nothing else matters
but here and now
and feeling this feeling
of warmth and contentment
relaxation and calm
alone but not lonely
in summer’s haze