In the dark gardens of early Spring,
Star Magnolias shine…
and Cherry trees line
pathways with petals
down which I walk, as in some holy rite,
veiled in flurries of pale pink and white.
Fragrance of Hyacinth,
Lilac blossoms open slowly….
Fragile Fritillaria sway tiny bells,
their silence sounding holy.
Through sudden silver showers
the sun gleams gold,
touching my face, or occasional flowers
like a laying on of hands.
During the night, the Tulips disappear -
In the morning, fresh hoof prints of deer.