Our cherry tree's pink petal fall
Drifts lightly over garden wall,
And settles on the cold, damp ground,
Sublime, in silence, not a sound.

Magnolia my special treat,
The creamy blooms blush, shy and sweet
With centre stain a rich dark wine,
At times a vision just divine.

The trellis by the old oak fence,
Each March supports shrubs, tall and dense.
Camellias with crimson heads
Sweep low on pathway with their spread.

But best of all for you to see.
A bed of bulbs beneath birch tree
Blue hyacinths yield heavy scent,
On fragrant spikes from heaven sent.

They blend in with the daffodils
Whose trumpet rims have darker frills
And garden's seen in golden glow
When yellow flowers are on show.

As winter greets the early spring
And I am seated on my swing,
I'm thankful for this time of year
And grateful for my presence here.