SHADE from the trees dance across
The path in Alexandra Park
Sky a rich blue, an artist’s dream
With the flowerbeds bursting with colours
As I wander past the sculptured bird hedge
The wooden eagle and War Memorial
Then the sparkling Channel comes into view
To rival the gems of the morning dew.
I caress violet petals by my feet
Silky but doomed to transmute to brown
Then unto dust as everything must.
An elderly lady follows her beloved dog
I reflect upon a park bench
With bees patrolling the flowerbeds
As a gentle hiss from the August breeze
Can be heard in the verdant summer trees.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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