Its september morning
there is a chilli nip in the air
what are all those colours bobbing
up and down with flair
there ,a rose garden i see...
and a gentle lady in the park
a dozen morning glory
dancing for a lark
birds flying to a shelter
and tiny dogs without a bark...
such a colour of vibrant hues
dancing in the garden pews
and to think of it ...
its the rains that brought them there
this soiree of imaginations rare