My Cultivated Garden

I fell into a dream stepping across a path of fragrant jasmine and hibiscus
And lay above a cushion of roses
It was a curious time to indulge in the plantings of my garden
Poppies embraced me in a frenzy of aromas
That quickened my retreat from a world of overwhelming matters,
A world often perturbing in its synthetic quality
I slept in the lovely presence of pixie-like daisies
Warming me in a shawl of petals
Soothing my feet in a coverlet of ferns
A flutter of birds came to light in the shelter of fruit trees
Away from weather and intruders
I imagined them enjoying the raspberries that stained their bills
Until splashed by the fresh spray of a water fountain
I dreamed as the day waned and the buzz of wee insects stirred my senses
Wondering what breeze drifted tiny white blossoms through my hair
I awakened to feel the gentle sway of wisteria
Pleased with the way I cultivated my garden