Aradia’s garden

I love Aradia’s garden

its detail and its lore

the apple by the bijou

the crystal over the door

the rue beside the comfrey

the betony stands tall

the rosemary and the heather

the totem pole and all

the mints the herbs

the sorrel

the rockery so small

its where the faeries come to dance

sometimes I hear them call

beside the wood store

some do play

a lute I think I heard

I love the lady claudia

and I hang on her every word

the green man welcomes visitors

the 2 cats love to be

near the dragon in repose

frequented by the bee

everything about this garden

and all in it that grows

is wonderful and peaceful

and fragrant to a tee

I love Aradia’s garden

Its where I love to be

sometimes I sit and ponder

where foxgloves grown from seed

sway and dance to melodies

and into that light all feed

majestically and impressing

the hare stands guard for she

enjoys the honeysuckle

frequented by the bee

I love Aradia’s garden

and everything that’s there

lily likes to sit with me

and often so does Bear

a wood pigeon may come to call

and lots of butterflies

and in Spring the golden daffodils

are a feast for all our eyes