by Elaine Edwards
Suitably gauntleted against the sun, Asian tourists
point cannon cameras at trembling petals.
Ladies from the Botanical Society
walk, books in hand, conferring quietly.
A frail woman sits huddled on a bench,
eyes closed, smile tender, while
an elderly man bends down
to whisper into the ears of golden bells.
As for me
blue sky, soft breeze, fragrant scents,
gold, blue, pink, yellow blooms,
winding paths, craggy rocks, lake view
make, for a few hours,