I watch small flakes of snow gyrate in winter's light
trace the edges of the evergreens
start to mask the greyness of the flagstones
I picture them as flowers
as pansies, iris, peonies - all in white
cool amid the greys of southernwood,
of artemesia and cotton lavender
against translucent shades of summer green.
I plan a cool garden,
sense its solace on a summer's night
beneath the passage of a barn owl's wings.