Always something new in nature

I thought the slugs had managed to reach my sunflower seedlings

despite my putting the tray where I deemed it inaccessible.

You'd think after years of battling garden gastropods

I would have learned just how much they're capable of -

leaves stripped back. Do I have to resort to slug pellets ?

Then, having breakfast looking out at the garden

I noticed a hedge sparrow hopping about near the plants

and sure enough it thought it was time for ITS breakfast.

In gardening it's true -you never stop learning.

DREAM ?

Smooth skin, soft breasts,

warm sheath, sated rests.

What but . .

What bubbles and fizzes more than prime champagne

and effervesces sunshine out of rain ?

What hops and skips beyond olympic games

and soars above the bar of petty blames ?

What laughs at nothing from the joy within

and dares your patience with a cheeky grin ?

What turns your January into June

and yet collapses like a burst balloon

when angry words must chide then very soon

can re-inflate itself just like before

and dance in triumph on the kitchen floor ?

What lies angelic in its night-time rest

and makes your quiet evenings doubly blessed ?

What else but happiness of children fires your days

into a glow that warms so many ways ?