A Little Corner

It’s not very elegant, for a garden,
no loud, fragrant blossoms
Interrupt the quiet.
It looks like chamomile flowers
smell - still and silent as the moon in its pause
before the Journey back.
Minty green tiles cool
tired feet.
Creamy benches and tree pots
sigh and dream of summer afternoons.
Dewey walls massage forehead muscles.
Eyes drip closed,
lips curve,
and my mind softly whispers thoughts to itself.