A Garden, The Sycamore Seed. Poem by Anthony Fry

A Garden, The Sycamore Seed.

Butterflies I view them happily mating and retreating.

Flamboyant caterpillar, overtaking a smooth moving snail.

Spider cocoons into the wind blowing, a new generation.

A bullfrog astride giant lily leaves, a love call croaking.

The sycamore seed, in an autumn sun floating helicopters.

Sunflowers tall proud standing caressing silver clouds.

A garden of blooming flowers, sweet perfumed fragrance.

Soft reflections kiss, each lingering, images whispering.

Juicy red ripe cherries in two's hanging enticingly from trees.

Children playing happy, enjoying a picnic, yackety-yak-yak.

A rainbow with its outstanding vivid cascading bright colours.

An ever cheeky garden gnome our dog just loves drenching.