Out from the sheltered doorway
I took a step down our garden path
Passing by the rose bushes
Sweet fragrance filling the air with blooming colour
Thorns guarding their treasures safe
Warm honeysuckle surrounding me
In a glow of tender kindness
As my fingers trace their leaves
Catching, oh very gently
On a briar
A sharp pain
As I tug away from the hidden danger
Lurking in the shadows
Onwards
Down the garden
By the wild grasses and buttercups flowing in the breeze
Past the hawthorn with pointed trees
Into the undergrowth where nettles grow
Down in the darkness
The foxes dart
The owls twitch
Meandering stream once bubbling and bright
Trickling slowly as if afraid
Mud and filth surround its flow
Secreting worms and leeches
Whilst the vines wrap around
Strangling young plants
Tender and lost
Trapped in the gloom
There I stop
And crawl down to lie
Away from the sweetness and sycamore shy
Crying in the shadow of isolated time
Alone in the evening
Down the gardens crime
