Walking the Summer Garden

Tangles in the shrubbery,
roses soaring to the trees
babel colours held in spiders' webs,
queues of caterpillars in ragwort yellow,
next year’s moths and butterflies,
Crab trees heavy in their fruit
holly berries green, robin
hiding in the glossy leaves.
A July noon heavy in the sun,
roses, twice my height, sway in the breeze
dropping petals as hips begin to swell,
Fruit of autumn mists ,plump with ripeness.
Here we wait, sense the fading greens
pluck an infant bloom in its sepal cradle
try to stay the flight of time.