Evening in a Garden

I sit, genuinely in my garden arbour, a glass of single malt in my hand and real honeysuckle drifting past my head. I write - with a pen not a laptop and I am entranced by the scents and flavours of the night. Perhaps I am a second Shakespeare (in joke)

Thoughts in an Evening Garden

 

 

 

Sitting in an arbour at dusk 

The honeysuckle tendrils float

Before my face

Laden with the perfume of a thousand summers gone

As a night bird sings.

 

A glass in my hand,

Offers olfactory smoke and peat

from a distant isle - -

Intoxication not founded on excess, but of the earth

Now it is my heart that sings.

 

A drift of song, music’s magic note,

Redolent upon the night air

Beneath the stars,

Creeps, sinuous though the whispering choir of leaves

Sleep comes upon the benison of evening’s breeze.

 

John L. Berry      22^nd May, 2008.

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

oh, wow! I felt like I might be sitting beside you. What a brilliant blend of sensory details.

[Valentine]

Beautiful..how I wish one day to be in England to see the Yorkshirs and all the Summer Wine has given me in peace and laughter all of these years..God bless..Valentine

[Legion]

This is beautifully tranquil. I was enjoying the honeysuckle tonight myself. Wonderfully penned. Reminds me of the old school of writing. Lovely. Going in favorites. Kudos.

[JC]

How lovely this scene is. I can almost smell the honeysuckle.

I found this line particularly entrancing "Intoxication not founded on excess, but of the earth". Absolutely fab! One for the favorite file.

JC

[J. Hampton]

Fabian...sent this...

it is a wonderful gift today...on the wake of a cold damp and rainy spell

wonderful romantic imagery...
so lovely it almost has texture ....

Sitting in an arbour at dusk

The honeysuckle tendrils float ~~~~~~~ ( Gorgeous )

Before my face

Laden with the perfume of a thousand summers gone

As a night bird sings.



A glass in my hand,

Offers olfactory smoke and peat

from a distant isle - -

Intoxication not founded on excess, but of the earth

Now it is my heart that sings.



A drift of song, music's magic note,

Redolent upon the night air

Beneath the stars,

Creeps, sinuous though the whispering choir of leaves ~ ~~ ( wonerful )

Sleep comes upon the benison of evening's breeze


So calming ....I am smitten with the scene
it is moments like this...that might make one ...mourn sunset


Blessssssssssssssssss

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Just lovely, I always loved the old southern gazebos with Spanish moss draping the limbs of the mighty red oaks in summer, the smells of honeysuckle and night jasmine, this took me to that place. I love to watch the squirrels and birds play and feed, we have rabbits and ground squirrels or "chipmunks" also. Such beauty in nature, and in this poem as well, thank you for sharing!