I drank in the delicacies
of the Italian meadows
raised against green-swathed dolomite hillsides -
lingered on curvaceous, sweeping roadways
sipped on sweet nectar
at Vignamaggio
where Leonardo painted Mona Lisa in her prime
and on my return to Stonehaven
a shock of frenzied green caught my glance
ferried me into a semblance of dis-order,
harried and fettered, the crisp-dry tulip fronds
sat trapped between this gross jungle of weeds -
potato plants, a thicket of chickweed - groundswell -
Hell!
so, calling (in hope) the Sun God to keep off the rain
the garden is once more
almost
whole again...
25 June 2008
Penny Hemans
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garden-on-my-return/
