TRUTH IN THE BOTANIC GARDENS

Thousands of magnolia flowers,
by Danby’s gate
and yellowstone walls,
test vernal powers
against the winds of March; and wait.

Slowly, blossoms fall,
like heavy snowflakes, one by one,
lit by a dull and clouded sun.

Tourists have gathered here to see
the wonder of this snow-blossom tree
and try
to stop it slip away
with inner eye
or photography.

Try as they may
to seize the glories of this day,
tree, branch and twig will rot,
yellowstone wall be broken and decayed;
Earl Danby’s name will be forgot,
his gate demolished, scrapped and weighed.

The photographs themselves will fade.

And, as the months and years slide by,
what of the harvest of that “inner eye”?

Even those mind-made facsimiles
are lost in old-age imbecilities.

.

This entry was posted in Oxford Blues and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s