The Gazebo leans.
Ivy creeps on the concrete base.
Crooked planks tilt.
Wild roses welcoming.
A tiny insect on the wooden desk.
Warm air, morning mist.
Rain-drop pearls on straggly grass.
Wild flowers scramble on Ruairi’s rest.
A white butterfly visits.
Bird chirrup In a tangle of thorns.
Blackberries still green.
to screech at full-tide.
The Gazebo tilting on the southerly side.