Armscroft Park

Green

Butterflies flutter
leaving powder
like dust along
green veins

A snail looks up
from the path below
as he carries his house

water spider skates across
the surface of the pond on
legs like stilts.

Lone dragonfly hovers
his wings vibrate above
the water and lily pads

colourful fish stir and swim
orange and gold patrol
the depths as tiny bubbles
escape for air.

Night descending
fox forages among the bins
he stops and pauses
eyes shining bright

Grey squirrel climbs
the old tree outside
my window and watches

A single line of prose

Forget your lost leaves and feel the new growth

–Darryl John

Gloucester