Boboli Gardens…1901-2k17

Fresh fragrance floods Boboli gardens So the sculptor's plaster when it hardens Orchestras ring with the cadence of bells Easter eggs glow in their adorned shells Exotic dyes flow from cochineal bugs Trace carmines on ochre Mexican rugs Intricate carved ivory, inset creature bone Primal paintings adorn caves set in stone Alhambra palace; elaborate art on its walls Gilded grandeur of ancient papyri, scrolls Mammoth Moai busts face the pacific spray Hushed, they echo what the Nazca lines say Chopsticks adorn tables in a hundred shapes Cotton fiber spun to a million types of drapes Bamboo craftsmen and their matchless skills In wineries, mopping brows, near ageless stills Dainty dancing feet, play gentle reeds Find their milky way, others in painted beads The potter endless spins his wobbly wheel. Spewing mother earth for us to touch, feel. Mankind has labored for all manner of art. Spun gentle words to slake a pained heart. King, queen, vassal, a hermit or a saint. Hold within words or a rainbow quaint. original 19th Jan-2k17