Garden Sounds

Today was a blue sky and a new spring day. 
A garden day. 
A day of pottering and planting seeds. 

A day of garden sounds. 

The birdsong that drowns 
sparce traffic's growl. 
Lawnmowers. 
Neighbours in their gardens also bustling around. 

How can this be isolation? 

Sitting under my willow cloak, 
wrapped in the sound of birdsong, 
and the lives of other folk. 

In the sunshine, 
start of summer,
end of a perfect spring.