The Green Pajamas

Any Time Of Day

There's a strange perfume in the garden Making the grey clouds roll away Who's doing pirouettes in the dandelions Won't she ever go away The big trees are white and barren She weaves in and out with care Cold tea in the slow breeze in the garden You don't even know she's there You can pull down the blinds on her beauty But she isn't going to go away Once there was a time when I could call her Not a single word to say Any old time of the day _______________________ by Jeff Kelly (p) 1997 St. Brigid Publishing