Seclusion at Dawn

Secluded, appears  the garden at the Breath of dawn
Spun haze of  lightest threads
Brush the skin webbed
Between pendulous  leaves of  towering summer growth,their arches Framing 
Secret entries into hidden rooms;
Muted,the roses pop pastel dots like bunting draped with dropped confetti beneath, 
Spilling over the abundance of fern green;
Statuesque,spires of hazy  blue 
Stand sentinel drawn through
Herbaceous plants juxtaposed
And still-
The mere breath of the wind 
Is silenced and stilled.
Whispers of anticipation
Effervesce, mingling with the scent
Of honeysuckle and stocks 
Residual and lingering in this 
Place of solitude
Yet to be woken.