The Bishop's Garden | The National Cathedral | Washington, D.C.

 

I arrived on your doorstep at the agreed time,

And although the gates seemed wide opened,

Like a lost lamb, I could not find the seemingly obvious entrance,

Until I saw a child-like figure leaned in what seemed to be his father’s embrace,

And simultaneously felt the radiance coming from the resonance of the flowers’ silvery organs,

If photography is the art of writing with light,

I shall never have enough ink to capture this delight,

The joyous sun beams through pedals, leaves, while the wind swings with trees,

The rollicking rabbit feasts on the grass,

So he may be filled with the kindred spirit of nature,

The butterflies escort you with a friendly intonation before landing on a vase,

The outer leaves of a tree return to their root,  which is their base,

The water percolates from the soil to nurture the plants,

 And from its pompous streams if I listen closely I can hear the bass,

Warm, vibrant, and up-lifting.

 

The Bishop's Garden at the National Cathedral, in Washington, D.C.
The Bishop's Garden at the National Cathedral, in Washington, D.C.
The Bishop's Garden at the National Cathedral, in Washington, D.C.
The Bishop's Garden at the National Cathedral, in Washington, D.C.