The Garden

The Garden

 1 " We shall not cease from exploration

and the end of all our exploring

will be to arrive where we started

and know the place for the first time '

Time that impudent jester

leads us merrily down the 

valley of confusion.

A few wakes, a few sleeps

and here we are back 

treading the paths with 

Clarence.

The crisp, warm air brings 

vaulted scents of perfume, 

pipe smoke, laughter and 

honest toil and sweat.

It is that delicacy of creation;

that perfection of colour and shade

that shows God's microcosm

of Earthly delight; contained

within  the petals of a flower.

What mind devised that vibrancy

of colour? beyond the painter's

imagination, transfixing us, to the spot;

whilst the iPhone armada point and click

  leaving  us a digital reminder of location, 

time  and memory, within the Jester's keeping.

The wrinkle of time disfigures  our 

sustained relaxation and robs freewill.

Oh to join a lily and float carefree 

upon the rhythmic lapping 

of the pond not knowing or caring 

past, present, and future.

Home to our border which, like life
 takes years to mature and settle.
 After its  apex it falls away gradually,
but with love and care 
it can return once more to glory.

2"In the fullness of time,
A garden to nurture and protect
(It's a measure of a life)

The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect,
The way you live, the gifts that you give

In the fullness of time,
It's the only return that you expect"

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Main body of poem Ck. 13/06/'19

photographs: (Hidcote Garden), end photograph: ( home border)

1 T.S. Eliot:  " Four Quartets " - ' Little Gidding ' (1942)

2. Neil Peart  " The Garden"  lyric from ' Clockworth Angels ' ( 2012 )  by  Rush.

  Note: T.S. bestrode the paths of Hidcote and  praised the garden.

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That's it, short, but hopefully thoughtful.

WiFi for now,

Ck.