Forlorn

You can shout everything you want about it

and describe in verse how ugly our garden has become

But it's nothing, it's neglected and forlorn

It once shone with ruby flowers and danced with bees in top hats

And now it's not even grey, barely a mist to discover or a patch we haven't explored

it's pale and once green patches dusted into sand

sky above cannot flatter to be grey

its rays dance to other tunes than ours

we haven't even found a corner

in which to settle down

and watch new growth bloom in showers

we can't see where the next flower will come

if the bees will dance

or see

how much of a garden is ours to become

its like

watching grease ooze over the surface of a day old pan

or waking up to find the storm is gone but it's started to rain

Our garden is crying for seeds and light and dreams

And we've walked away to watch

and wait