In a corner of the garden
full of straggling roses
scumbled through moss
embedded trees –
a quiet corner
a wondrous sea
of cornflower blue
gently lapping
in the summer breeze
against a lichened rock
crowned by a chevron
carved stone bowl
overflowing with
wayward flowers
from long forgot
childhood, unkempt,
wild, unnamed,
bringing peace.
Tony Anthony J Sargeant 