My garden's guardian angels

Twins... moulded in the same vein...

Sit cheek by jowl adorning the old wall.

They see all seasons... through rain, sunbeams and the occasional hail.

The guardians of my garden

Silently oversee all that lives and grows... planted or otherwise!

Frannie xx   

© 2014 Francesca Muir

My little unkempt garden

is....

.... where cobwebs waltz in the breeze

.... whilst wild daisies sing in chorus on the rocks

....and dragonflies rest with Air Fern wings

.... and where hearts sprout wings of love

....and angels lie on the green

.... where Nodding Violets nest in baby gumboots

.... and Cretan goats' bells await a passing breeze or the odd stray goat

.... and Oregano spills from a water jug

.... these are some of the things that I love,
and live in my little unkempt garden!

© 2011 Francesca Muir