Glencairn

I've blogged before about the role Glencairn Gardens played in the formation of my aesthetics.

In June, I revisited this lovely spot and now I'm blogging what was the stream of consciousness at that time.



Stereo fountains and green-screened trails

solitary benches for pondering and prayer

hidden lawns where youngsters cuddle

and bridges for meetings real and imagined

 


A coming-of-age place


a garden for grown-ups, too -


strong willows and sunlit cypresses
where thrushes stir at midday

rich growth on rugged ground

plus color wheels and sundials
for the children we now raise

Carolina senses springing up

and stately re-restatements of timeless themes

A place for resting

and the flags under which we live

An aging veteran watches a hawk make circles
while a little ballerina echoes her mother's movements
posing for a picture they'll always have

Here are feelings of ancient places by the water

massive stones

unseen snakes

turtles cruising in bubbly streams

and untamed flora framing a creek-bed

 
I return to shady camellia paths

and see old borders open onto new vistas