The garden
has hidden
spectacles of
beauty and mystery
A bound body in a web
Voracious insects,
long gone,
decorated leaves
with irregular holes,
where the light falls through
to dance on little puddles
like diamonds in the dirt.
A lost toy under a bush
casts a long shadow
only at dusk and dawn
hoping to be found
Caravans of ants pass
on invisible highways
never noticing me
stunning silence