By Billie Daddario
Blue bells in spring
Black eyed Susan in summer
Delphinium In autumn fills the garden its true
Winter, you’ll find sweet alyssum.
The whole year through my garden is new.
Never a weed or a thistle
I stroll through the garden and find a delight
The roses have bloomed and they smell divine
In this fanciful feign my garden enchantment
Is perfect you see. I share it with no one
No one can see.