yellow bells flourish in disarray
and trails of flaming red peacock bloom
on a patch of land along a moss-covered stone wall
where tiny blossoms emerge
between the cracks,
down by a murmuring stream.
This perfect tangle of tropical charm
warms my heart on unfriendly days
and fragrance sweet and subtle rests
my soul on weary nights,
a peaceful little garden
inspires my dampened spirit,
then I wake and carry on anew.
In the crevices of my memory exists
a little hideaway.