My Garden Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

here the nature
sets hours
I am turning the sundial up
a stick inside
and the shade
on the grass
cast lightly
and with pleasure

the thin dressing gown
on thick grass
is impressing great
unusual models
of red poppies
of daisies something
smells as

mint(?)

so drowsily
pleasantly it is
and lazily
green red
as far as colourfully
still slowly
a loved nature
sets hours
and for every occasion
perhaps so the normal stick
will improve for you
your mood
so to the dress
don't pay heed
not it is important