Light through leaves
like dappled horses
like starlight
like heaven.
Dawn brings new offerings
apple blossom morphed to tiny apples
acid green and the plum tree drops
hard pebbles of future jam.
All is congruous melodious motion
but we like insane bees
colonise corners of nature
believe the myth that we belong.
Victoria Mosley 
Oh god what a lovely poem. Where do you find that imagery? How do you mint those metaphors? X