Past the flower beds and the reed stalk pond and the grey patio,
A bench sits, and white lilacs enclose its perch.
There flowers, clusters of silk petals, white as the edges of the sun and broad waxy leaves
attract striped bees, who drip pollen like drops of atomic gold.
The day imbues the grass there with light, heat shimmer rises from the tilled earth like a winnowing spell.
Rhododendrons, like trumpets, diamond flowers the colour of your heart, bloom.
The rose plant and evergreen tree paint darkness next to the lilac glen
And sunlight and shade sit against each other,
where the bench sits quietly and the bees hum, at the bottom of my garden.