Watercolour leaves,

Rain water rivers-

Tred lightly, whispering

To the flowers, ‘when will

Summer come?’ They answer

With a wave and I thank then

For their time, still unsure if

They mean ‘be patient’ or

‘Don’t be stupid’.

Little pebble stepping stones,

Beneath fairy light stars.

Hopping over ripples,

Praying to the fish and

Asking for a sign.

They swim away,

Still unsure if I’m

Meant to follow.