There is something to be said
for gardens neat and tidy,
pruned rows of charming box,
lilies, straight and proper,
tiers of trimmed trees,
all standing at attention-
a symmetry of geometry.
But, for me, I’ll take a garden rampant with green-
ferns astilbe mums roses lilies dianthus hollyhocks coreopsis violets
with a few bindweed and clover and poison ivy too-
moneywort overtaking the gravel path,
cheek by jowl to the lemon thyme,
columbine gone to seed,
and foxglove hiding behind the iris blades,
hostas shading the damn rabbits,
birds alight everywhere,
filling the air with color and song.
This is my garden, my delight,
my beautiful chaotic Eden.
I think wild gardens sound great, but the weeds eventually take over and choke it all out. I wish it didn’t though – I’d love it to be wild and unkempt.
My kind of garden!
“Rampant green”–my favorite! Your language is as lush as your garden. Even those “damn rabbits” have a place there.
Definitely .. Our garden is more wood actually so I want trees as well.. lots of trees…
Absolutely, the lines follow the gardens in this poem, very clever – and I do like a benevolent riot as well!
And it is a most beautiful one. I like my gardens rather wild and untamed too. And if ten plants are good, a hundred are better, LOL.
Love the contrast between the first two stanzas, they even read like the gardens they talk about. ❤