Afternoon sun

In yesterday’s brilliant and warm afternoon sun, I sat and talked to two of the Garden visitors, Eileen and Robert. Somewhat languidly, we spoke of trees, plants, food, and acquaintance (it turned out we  have mutual acquaintances). And of course we wrote poetry. Here’s one of Eileen’s:

Journey

Ah, the fronds of ferns, lolling in the sun

Minding me of love.

Majestic canopies of oak,

Shading tone fading astilbe.

I drink up the silence of the sequoia,

Quenching the ancestral thirst.

The red admiral flirts with death

Nearly at peace.

and one from Robert:

In Arboretum

One leaf in light, sunlight

What would the light be

without the leaf.

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