What a wondrous thing
To wander through a garden.
Deftly led by its creator.
To watch those loving hands caress floral finery.
See a place through another’s eyes.
Bathe in coaxed colours and textures,
Swaying branches bedecked by leaves, as if coral
Deep within a reef.
Finding pleasure in every twisting turn of treble clef creepings.
All in Summer blooming. Smelling divine.
© Tom Tide 2016