[supergran]

Birdsong fills the Autumn air,
A leaf flutters by and lands just where
A miriade of flowers grew in colours of a rainbows` hue.

Now there is just a bonfire heap,
A pile of death where insects sleep,
A pile I had to cut and reap.
A job I hate, to put to sleep my garden.

It needs so much care and it is where
I do have time to stand and stare.
When tending my beloved plants
My mind in in a state of trance.

Mundane thoughts just disappear,
My mind is planning for next year
And vizualizing things to rear in
My garden.

Now borders will be dug and fed,
My new roses need a bed to rest in peace,
While we gardeners dread, the winter.

There`s not much fun in gales and rain,
And sodden ground is such a pain,
With snow and ice sure to come again in
My garden.

It`s best to sit down by the fire,
And plan ahead, past muck and mire
Forming pictures in my head of plants to buy in the months ahead.
The colours I want in every bed.
Oh I can`t wait, I need to be in?