The kiss of the sun for pardon,
the song of the birds for mirth,
one is nearer God’s Heart in a garden
than anywhere else on earth.
In through a steel flower gate, open and gleaming,
I walked past banks of lilies where a feline reclined.
Fairies frolicked in the shadows; pixies darted overhead.
Mama duck quacked complaint, one baby late,
and two mute swans groomed in a blue lake.
Roses bloomed, bushes starkly pruned, flowers opened,
troubles closed. Here and there scamps bounded,
kids in form and kids at heart.
Robins pecked for worms, and starlings flirted.
A soft breeze made dance the dappled light beneath trees.
Couples picnicked, basking in sunlight on lawns.
A lizard sat patient and motionless in the sun.
Did he escape from his cage, too?
I strolled until my feet ached on the stone paths,
drinking in the fragrance, the color, the sounds,
Till my heart was full and my senses intoxicated.
Then I lay on the grass beside the lily pond
Staring up into a tree, bewitched by leaf and frond.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Dedicated to Two Scamps 😉