Rosemary
among ‘the two dozen others'
among ‘the two dozen others'
We've just been away from home and returned to find that our herb garden had developed apace in our two week absence. This poem celebrates the delight of a herb garden revelling in the sun
Long rays of sun caress
a silky, aromatic tapestry
where the warp and the weft
of Lemon Verbena, Mints, Thymes, Bay,
False Balm of Gilead and two dozen others
tangle for pre-eminence.
A brush of the hand
on a bush;
a gentle smoothing
of a voile of leaves,
wafts one of the aromas,
for a few moments
into temporary prominence.
The glory
of those single-perfumed seconds
relaxes into a godly
and scented harmony;
a cascade of fragrance
tumbling from the drapery
of a wondrous, soothing ambience
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