Season of In-between

I long for leaves of bright green

Now raking season's dead past

Pine cones and fallen needles

A wheelbarrow for refuse

Aromas of musk and evergreen

Minute needle pricks unseen

Soon hopeful to be replaced

On my new garden path

Sunshine and soaring eagles

More healing to my spirit

Fallen colours of the rainbow

To place in my new basket

With array of sweet fragrances

Intoxicating to my soul

Happiness bouquets for my table

Enhancing a fresh new look

Tivonna
April 16