GARDEN NEW

 Garden new. How does the garden grow. It grows like  a black cat among roses.......

 THE GARDEN by MOONLIGHT by Amy Lowell (1874-1925) 
           Won Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1926, awarded posthumously....

 A black cat among roses

 Phlox, lilac misted under a first quarter moon,

 The sweet smells of heliotrope and night scented stock.

 THE GARDEN IS VERY STILL.....

 It is dazed with moonlight,

 Contented with perfume,

 Dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies.....

 Firefly lights open and vanish High as the tip buds of the golden glow.

 Low as the sweet alyssum flowers at my feet.

 Moon shimmer on leaves and trellises, moon spikes shafting thru the snow ball bush.

 Only the little faces of the ladies' delight are alert and staring.

 ONLY the CAT, PADDING BETWEEN the ROSES, 

Smokey 2014 a true cat of the garden

 Shakes a branch and breaks the chequered pattern as water is broken by the falling of a leaf.....

 do you see those orange lilies? They knew my mother....

who belonging to me will they know, when I am gone....

Photographs 2019
Poem: The Garden by Moonlight (1919) from "Pictures of a Flaming World" 
by  Amy Lowell