Ground Level
I LOOKED along the borderSitting on the groundAn inch or two aboveThe heather summer-purpleFading autumn-brown
I LOOKED along the border
Sitting on the ground
An inch or two above
The heather summer-purple
Fading autumn-brown
I looked between the withered leaves
And sun-dried brittle stems
Not seeing full-blown flower,
Sun-bright, golden yellow
Wafting Ooverhead/
Down beneath the autumn-flower
Amongst the weed and fruitful seed
A myriad tiny creatures
Lived their lives unknown to me
Until I freed my gardener's eye
And quietly sat within their world.
Mary Hale