I ambled idly on the mound That hosted snowflakes, drops and squills,

Journaling Through Gardening & Other Fragments
I ambled idly on the mound That hosted snowflakes, drops and squills,
Tapestries gracing ancestral estates Welcome mats trimming our public park gates
Radial rhythm – Taps seed to feed agouti Whiskers, fingers twitch.
The last of the early Spring bulbs have gone over now.