Hugged close by the cool rhododendron.
I am a daisy starring
The exquisite curves of the close-cropped turf.
The glittering leaves of the rhododendron
Are shaken like blue green blades of glass,
Flickering, cracking, falling:
Splintering in a million fragments.
The wind runs laughing up the slope
Stripping off handfuls of wet green leaves,
To fling in peoples’ faces.