Swirls of tangerine,Orange marmalade on toast,Coral from the ocean,Salmon smoked by the greenwood fire,Orange sherbet pushupsOn an August afternoon.

My heart is in the gardenAll  year I keep it thereEven in the wintertimeThere's no time for despairFor under the ground's coolnessWait for warming airA summer's rose, and irises,And hyacinths to share.

Tiny world inside a clearSphere of glycerin soap