I sought the garden, away from everyone
The sun had sunk, there was a keen wind
It seemed to come from the south
However, without a speck of rain
The trees quivered and stretched one way
I shivered under my flimsy cape
As if to warn me, the winds howled
Far off in the distance, a dog barked
I scolded myself for my flimsy garment
Annoyed for I had so wanted to stroll
I made my way to the summer house
So dark and forlorn it did look
No warm lights there to beckon one
My thoughts winged back to last summer
Of tea parties with cucumber sandwiches
Pastries that melted in the mouth
Lemonade fizzing in tall slim glasses
Warm sun making us drowsy and content
The trees shading us with their branches
Merry laughter floating on the air
Now look, the trees seem no longer happy
But are fighting for their dignity
The right to stand tall and elegant
I watched from inside the summer house
And wondered, were they watching me?
My tall, splendid friends outside
The oak, powerful, solid and dependable
With an air of rough grandeur
His friend the sleek, elegant silver birch
And many, many more, I loved them all
I made my way back to the house
Hurrying, for I was feeling very cold
Before entering, I looked back at the trees
Oh yes, I felt sure that they
Looked lost, uncomfortable and very lonely
And I was sure that they were looking at me