Summer Garden

At last, a drenching sun held the high walled garden
In dappling embrace
Where droney bees toured lavenders
Awash with nectared perfume.

And countless flowers threw themselves up, up towards
The blinding, fiery light
Exuding scents gushing yet dallying
In breathless air as we, enchanted, trod narrow, blissful paths.

Such clingy warmth made the castle garden
Sing with joy
As shiny, black and purple reflectant beetles
Journeyed at pace across aged flags.

A resident troupe of beetle-nabbing Dumpies resplendent
In oily, golden plumage
Confident in their preening beauty, parading
While enraptured lovers absorbed this paradise.

What joy, as shimmering, tumbling nature impacts the senses
In a drowsy garden that
Allows us colours and shapes and scents masking bold endeavour
And, sharing with its engrossed inhabitants, a love of life itself.

After a dreadful Winter, with no Spring, along came this glorious day.
The garden is heavenly and the warmth golden.