Welcome to The Garden!
You may walk barefoot here if you wish.
Inhale the fresh air.
Sit on the benches under the shades of trees
Eat the fruits that you find
Your hands will be holding the sun's warmth
And the dewness of rainclouds
Our trees here are grand as
Cathedrals reaching for the sky
But watch out for poison ivy and stinging neetles
The giant hogweed can cause burns
Traveller, there is no judgement
Of where you came from
Of what is the color of your skin
We would love to hear your stories
if you are so inclined to chatter
Over teapot of orange blossom
If you choose solitude and soil
Abandonment with vines is the upward course
If you seek knowledge from the trees
Meditation with the bees is the eastern path
And if you wish to walk further
Nearby a river runs in ziz zag pathway
Refusing to run straight
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, Its Written in Stone, hosted by Dora.
Thanks for your comments and visits.
What a lovely welcome to the garden, Mish! I would love to walk barefoot through it. I also love the idea of my hands ‘holding the sun's warmth / And the dewness of rainclouds’.
ReplyDeleteLoved every line. Where do I start, Grace? With this, I think:
ReplyDelete"Traveller, there is no judgement
Of where you came from
Of what is the color of your skin"
I think this is the moment I started to sink into the welcome of the words of this welcoming garden with its promises, and with its river "refusing to run staright." Invitation accepted, if only in my mind!
You had me at barefoot... that would be a garden of my taste. A place both for solitude and a place to meet, and that river with its own will.
ReplyDeleteThere is much to offer us here...from the knowledge of trees to "meditation with the bees". I love the imagery but also the genuine welcome to all without judgement. Imagine the stories there would be. I would love to "chatter over a teapot of orange blossom".
ReplyDelete-Mish
DeleteSuch an inviting tone! Who wouldn't feel welcome?
ReplyDeleteMy kind of garden. There is nothing better than to walk barefoot in a garden ( as long as there is no bindi's LOL). To sit under trees and seek their knowledge. A place for all to breathe. So beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like a place I would like very much to visit.
ReplyDeleteThis is an inticing welcome. Bravo.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine.
Much♡love
Barefoot in the garden— oh yes. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteLove this so much, Grace, especially the invitation to walk barefoot and that closing line about the river refusing to run straight! Absolutely, lovely!
ReplyDeleteWhat an inviting path!
ReplyDeleteWonderful lines
ReplyDeletei love your poem Grace. It feels like it could have been a garden in Lord of the Rings. Your ending is perfect!
ReplyDeleteLove this garden, Grace!
ReplyDelete" Your hands will be holding the sun's warmth
And the dewness of rainclouds "
Such a beautiful, open and inclusive invitation, a wonderful place to enter into.
ReplyDeleteYour poem took me outside, sitting in the grass on a gloriously sunny day.🌞
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