The sun-bathed sandy beach, the rocky cove -
the coastal path, exquisite flowers along the way,
Your gift to me, the tapestry you wove;
exotic colours, luscious scents, no price to pay -
In your beneficence, I only gaze
in wonder, and adore your name.

A supermarket trolley, dumped in haste
bears witness to abundance I would fain belie;
my package, crumple-cheerful, laid to waste
on nascent mounds of myriad hues – love gone awry.
In your beneficence, I only stare
in stupor, and accept the blame.