Frivolous Wayfarer

Some days the hapless sky-borne wind resigns

to re-shaping itself in one’s garden.

Unruly plotting and dancing to a

different tune. If caught on the run plants and

trees perform, changing costumes where colours

relate and frames re-form to suit the eye.( of the storm.)

Through-out the year hardy fingers of weather

point north, south ,east and sometimes west,  breaking

out and provoking landslips and flooding.

Grounded wise thoughts produced irregular

lengths of wood to wrap around the garden,

designed by shrewd builder, who knows what not

to do to impede the view. Yep, it’s all

down to irregular heights and gaps in

between. ‘Well it’s looks like a fence? they gawped

Why put up planks impaling the view?’ No,

she thought and carefully said:  ‘Come to the

other side and see the labours of the

carpenter who grew the windbreak for us

to see through and reflect on the Wetlands,

which stretch for ever and beyond: almost

partners’, designed by more, than a hapless wind.