Barefeet cuddled and softly cushioned
by mounds of wooly thyme
Sweet jasmine curls around the nose
on soft perfumed breezes climb
That was then and this is now
the leaves all oranges and reds
And mums bright bouquets
with sharper smell
show off their fancy heads
Spring or fall, it matters not
summer or winter, too
Nature’s gifts are here for us
so just take off your shoes