Murray- Secret Garden

Secret Garden

 The child in me cannot resist
 touching feathery branches of the Larch
 opening tall black gates
 entering Floral Hall Courtyard.
  
 Not to me…
 secret garden,
 not unlike Burnett’s hidden garden 
 escape
 the crush of traffic on Lawrence
 strollers that nip at heels like vixens
 giddy youngsters running round and round the spiral mound.
  
 Transparent etched glass walls
 welcome espaliered cherry trees
 keep tour groups at bay.
  
 Perhaps I’ll meet a bride
 dreaming of elegant nuptials
 made magic by candlelight reflected off 
 pale blooms in soft evening glow.
  
 Listen,
 water trickles down the water curtain
 over silvery chain mail
 collects in a quiet pool
 fragrant David Austin roses perfume humid summer air.
  
 Touch,
 brittle horse tail rushes standing warrior straight
 ancient mauve wisteria slowly climbs
 rigid grey Credit Valley stone 
 Bend low
 pet the woolly lamb’s ears
 run your fingers against lavender
 whose oil scents and soothes.
 Linger.
  
  
  
   

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