Magic garden

 Cherry tree dropped her skirtslast night, blowsy pink all Vevet white& the redcurrant subtle turnsfrom flower to acid leaf. Lily & marigold pat their beds& the sunflower from seedraise their heads & whisperto a warm spring breeze why me , why me? Yes I have Dryads in my treesa green canopy of filtered sky:sometimes on a summer’s nightI close my eyes & watch them fly& watch them fly.