Delphiniums Of Blue

Come follow me down the garden path, Past the flowerbeds, planted neat. Around the sweetbriar's scented hedge, To the old carved wooden seat. A tranquil arbour, where within its shade, Lies a sheltered quiet place. We'll hear music from the singing birds, And let our eyes embrace. There's clematis along the grey stone wall, There's a maple's vivid hue. Pots of red and pink geraniums, And delphiniums of blue. The pond's azure sky, mirror image, Under which the goldfishes play. Elegant water lilies with their floating leaves, Recall a painting by Monsieur Monet. This garden is a treasure and a blessing, Just to wander in between the flowers, To feel an informality and a freedom, Whilst whiling away the hours. Hold my hand and we will silently marvel, At the beauty that nature can wear. In this bower that's so hidden and secluded, We'll start our secret love affair. © Ernestine Northover