From A Chair By The Window

Thanks be that i am gifter with a garden
that's deciduous, alive with growth
and change, not stiff with static evergreens
but seasonally varying. These trees
ecah day present afresh aas tenements
for busy birds, as quick with leaf and hue,
and underfoot, from snow to crocus,
petalled earth to acorns, leaves then snow again.
This moving and maturing scene unfolds
the years, though imperceptibly, as sure
and certainly as aging ticks the tiny
seconds till a million minutes mount
up incrementally and finally
I find they've moved the present to the past.

Dorothy Pope