Garden Drama

The stage is immense as
befitting the magnitude of
the drama, a screenplay like
none other, the divine work of
the Mistress of the Universe who
this dawn was sufficiently
distracted to attend to a micro
portion of her grand estate.
Ordering up her minions
to cast a net of dark clouds
to copiously inundate our
intimate landscape, soon
tiring of its unending gloom
to call on the blinding chariot
of the sun to dispel the dark
and wind to dry the landscape
so our gardens emerged in
triumphant, luxurious exaltation.