On Visiting Wiveton Hall Gardens

So close

To the coast

You can hear

The rumbling murmur

And soughing sigh

Of the sea

Beyond the flint wall

That enfolds

All it holds:

A riot of hues of green;

Flames of orange poppies,

Purple tulips and peonies

Splashed as on an artist’s palette

Across a pointillist sea-cloud

Of forget-me-nots

That I will not

Forget.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016