Garden-Enraptured

It was a wasp-sweet trap, the
avid gardener willingly entered
helplessly entranced by the
enticing prospect of the future,
while living in the present of yet
abundant garden pleasure, of
leisure hours garnishing the
summer season wandering about
her garden grateful for nature's
generosity in an abundance of
fruits and flowers, colour and
scent bringing bees and butterflies
to savour the offerings; birds to
sing high praise of nature's bounty.
And there she was, anticipating
the chill and whitened monotone
of winter when gone the garden
to its slumber, making her spring
bulb choices of scilla, allium, crocus,
tulips and daffodils, beside herself
with the pleasurable greed of
opportunity and the fantasy of
her fairyland garden as it would
present resplendent in spring.