With tone and colour her tune she plays
On a tumbling theme of chaos
Bursting forth in May and June
In an harmonic set of layers.
Moving around this pretty piece
Where her melodies abound
Picking out her notes and forms
Some bright, some white, some round.
The foxgloves are the high notes
The grasses way down low
Working together hand-in-hand
As her different gardens grow.
There is no sense of order
Though structure yes there be
It’s an epic work of passion though
And a colourful pot-pourri.
(and in fading light
it’s a finale of delight.)
Christopher almost 3 years ago
This is beautiful, Neville. I'll bet Mrs. H thought so as well.
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
She does! Thanks Christopher.
Jamie Clapperton almost 3 years ago
This is lovely. Thought at first it was an account of a concert, then with realisation 'tumbled.' into the garden. ;-)
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Haha! Thanks Jamie. 🙂
Frenchie almost 3 years ago
The penny dropped at the foxgloves. It is beautifully written Neville, and very relaxing to read. Perfect for a lazy Sunday morning. :-)
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Thanks Frenchie. Of course, there are many more beautiful colours at different levels... and to think that a few weeks ago it was hard to believe it would ever be warm and dry enough for the music to begin.
Sarah Oakes over 2 years ago
that was really good i like how its all musical and rhythmic but also really descriptive too made me smile