garden of confusion
wind chimes chatter in the mist
varied in pitch and velocity
powered by dark winds
swirling past steel spiders
rusty fish swim by twilight
nipping at one-legged flamingo
all tucked in for the night
silent rocks in aerated streams
attract ceramic turtles and
green neon frogs
settling on that perfect spot
avian whispers segue into
full-fledged sirens
scaring the wildflowers away
april two thousand sixteen
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lovely poem fitting for a gusty eve
thank you – glad you think so
I almost feel part of that world…….
on nights like theses it’s easy to be swept away….
great imagery 🙂
thank you so much
I do prefer to be a lazy gardener..
lazy gardening is certainly more relaxing.