Poetry Pleases: Garden Rain
As crocuses and snowdrops begin to reveal this year's first outbursts of floral colours Violet Kendall invites us to walk in her garden.
Walk with me through the garden,
There thrives a holly bush.
See how the summer rain paints green
Its leaves, once greyed with dust.
Tamed the wind that shook the wanton thistledown.
Hushed the great cacophony of sound.
Hear now the gentle humming of the bees
Wherever honey’s found.
Now drenched, the ferns show discontent
But raise their fronds appealing to the sun.
And slow to leave, the slothful slug
Writhes wraith-like trails we walk upon.
But waits the weathered sundial
To cast a guiding shade.
Capricious sparrows seek its wetted face,
And in their own time bathe
With feathers splayed.
(Huddersfield University of the Third Age)
