Step into my garden

Step into my garden

You have no need

Of a lantern

You can see by starlight

Be careful of the bramble

The Hawthorn

Is a sharp reminder

To follow the path

The rose has a habit

Of attracting the hem of a skirt

The cuff of a shirt

They have a dark side

Even in sunshine

Listen to the night owl

Breathe deeply

Take in the aroma of Jasmine

It is intoxicating

Wisteria has taken

So long to show its true self

Patience brings its own reward

Walk through the

Fragrant overhang

Until you reach the river

There is a boat waiting

Beneath a weeping willow

It will carry you

Through the valley

Gently sloping

Fast flowing

Through tumbling hills

That roll unto the distance

Travel with them

As they unravel

Throw skipping stones

Into the undulating sea

It is not an ending

But a journey

Worth the taking

From a garden gate

At midnight

Don’t be late