Garden Guardian

In the quiet
Green
I seek my pardon
Listening for whispers
Of the
Garden Guardian

Bursting with
Blossoms
Flirtatious freshness
Emerald, sapphire
And lime
No place for stagnation
In this oasis
Of mine

Stillness, however
Brings acid regret
For the gaunt, green-fingered figure
The kindest soul
I’ve ever met

Sadness, longing
As I run
Seeking his spirit
And warmth
In the setting Sun

And then in the dampness
Of another
Dawn
I realise that this is still
His home

In every leaf
And every tree
And every flower
He still speaks to me

Peace and communion
Grace and pardon
These are the
Blessings
Of the Garden Guardian

For dearest JB, for his lasting contribution to our garden, and to our lives – and those of many others. A truly kind man. May he rest in peace.