Strolling in the garden at midnight
under the pale ghost light of the moon,
a light breeze fanning me,
I feel a connection with the sheer
abundance of flowers and shrubbery,
the smell of growth around me.
Although I cannot see their colours,
I sense their vital presence,
their thirst for life and – yes – meaning.
Dahlias, pansies, geraniums, fuchsias
and white orchids in wild array –
a floral symphony playing
its silent night music.
Bill Fitzsimons
One of the Headingley Open Gardens collection. Click to see the full list