Garden Green

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.

Dorothy Frances Gurney


Far up a hill in Edinburgh City are acres of garden.
I headed up one sunshiny day
escaping the din of castles, pubs and tourists.
Tranquility was far from me,
my mind too busy, too full of deadlines.

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.

Lily pond

Then I lay on the grass beside the lily pond
Staring up into a tree, bewitched by leaf and frond.
Mind quiet.

Tree overhead

Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham

Dedicated to Two Scamps 😉

54 thoughts on “Garden Green

  1. Thank you very much, Brenda, for sharing your lovely photos and poems! Well done!

    Since you have such a deep affinity with garden and its magic and tranquility, please feel free to visit other SoundEagle’s websites that concern plants, gardening and horticulture: (where you can even find fairy gardens)



    • I’ll be back soon, right now I have an impending houseguest from Ohio to entertain. But I’ll be back in the saddle again by the weekend! I loved checking out your blog this morning, you are very creative and talented! Can’t wait to check out the gardens… might have to take a peek. 🙂


  2. Splendid! The scenery is a joy to behold.

    The city of Edinburgh rings a bell… Some years ago, my dad obtained his master’s degree in Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh. If I may ask, is the school far from the location of this garden?


    • I wish I knew, but I was only there a week 16 years ago, wow! 16! Anyway, I don’t know that university, so I’m not sure. But the city isn’t that big compared to NYC or Hong Kong, etc.


  3. Edinburgh is a beautiful city although I haven’t visited in years. Disgraceful. One short train journey would see me there.
    Or a poem such as this. Beautifully expressed. I could see myself in Princes Street gardens – a haven of tranquillity in the midst of the city.
    Remembering and capturing that so well, a gift. Kudos and thank you for sharing. A very pleasant poem to read as I sip my Sunday morning coffee. Calm before heading into the busyness of the day ahead.x


  4. I enjoyed your walk, felt your weariness, along with seeing all of your awesome sights. I thought the peacefulness of nature, reminded me of my tranquil moments (and post) with Bill, last Sat. night. I loved that you included birds (a robin, too!) and the lizard. Always like the way you intertwine your thoughts, feelings and the mood of the writings. The poem was exquisite, from start to finish!


    • You know the robin was there for you! The lizard was there for the Two Scamps (another blog I follow), as well as the scamps reference because the poem was inspired by a post they had made and a series of comments I has with them. And the memory is one of my favorites. Thanks for your usual wonderful comment! Warmly, Brenda


    • Thanks! Another comment went to spam and was rescued! I have to start looking more often! You have a magical day, too. Here it is pouring!! The gardens need the rain, so I am delighted.


  5. With the cool chill of a wisp of a wind
    the willows yellow leaves fall into the creek…
    (I made it out once…might make it out twice)
    And wonder if the hottest days of summer are
    truly behind…

    Thanks for sharing in verse and photos!


  6. I’ve always wanted to go…and now with your words painting such a magickal place
    I am enchanted from here more!…
    this was a true joy to read….I could feel the breeze as you looked up through the trees…
    Thank you for sharing…
    Take Care…


    • Sorry I had to rescue your comment from spam. Yes, indeed I was in Edinburgh in 1997, and this was from my memory. It was a perfect day. We came down to Prince Street at long last, feet aching, and a parade was going by. We could not cross. We stood there waiting for the parade to go by, and all the noise and tumult was jarring. But the quiet I achieved in the garden has stayed with me all these years.


        • Strange how the lights of wordpress flicker and grow dim, then brighten again. I’ve liked posts, and found them unliked, like a wordpress gremlin is following my tracks, wiping them out so no one can see where I’ve been. Sometimes my spam is all spam, and sometimes it’s all friends. Awards come and awards go from my notifications archive. I observe, swerve and try not to criticize. I’m sure that isn’t what they intend. Or perhaps they really did assign me a gremlin.


    • Those are wonderful words, thanks. I can’t imagine better praise than knowing you caught the same feeling I felt in Edinburgh all those years ago. That’s magic!


  7. Absolutely wonderful! Finding tranquility is difficult to find in this day and age. Looks like you found it along with some magic. This post made me smile and feel happy for you! 🙂 -Maureen


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