Garden Friend

Peck little peck
Bright heart, shining breast
A yellow suit
His Sunday best

All the morning
His chirping song
Cheers the sun
And day grows strong

Sunlit rainbows
Flashing wings
When he sees me
I swear he sings

Long may you peck
My garden friend
You soothed the cares
From my heart again

Garden Wild

I live outside
of things.

I creep close
to the bushes
and grunt
in the leaves
with the hedgehogs.

I breathe in
sweet jasmine
I breathe out
all the houses
I used to know.

My dress hangs
on a rose thorn
in a closet of
moonlit marigolds.

I am captured by
green wild owl
eyes and
none of the places
I used to know.

My face turned
towards sun
my heart a
flaming bird
burning as it goes.