The Flamboyant Garden

This is the garden that tantalizes

and teases, luring us each morning

to perambulate its pathways,

to turn and discover discreet

new surprises, softly awaiting

delighted discovery, dewy with

pearls from last night's downpour.

Glittering, those pearls, as priceless 

ornaments sifted over the crowning 

beauty of cascading flower-bedecked 

vines, clambering roses, fragrant lilac 

and emerald-green foliage, a bower

of brightness under shimmering sun.

A brilliant chorus consolidates

the sensational scene, cardinal

trilling atop the spire of the pine,

song sparrow singing its presence

within the dense-needled fastness

surrounded by the architecture of

nature's multitudinous bounty.

We wander, amazed with our senses 

reacting to fabulous revelations, the 

groomed and orderly yet riotously 

singular textures and shadings shamelessly 

boasting their peerless freshness in prideful

display.  This tempestuous, tenuous 

presence fragile with timeless patience.