I have decided to continue writing to you about gardens and life.
This is a brief ode to Charles Hawes:
Orchids rushes grasses ferns
Towers of concrete - pipes and bridges
Cathederal-like arched roofs and windows - Victorian and modern
The diverted river
The estuary mouth
The curve of sand.
We talked of gardens of history of religion
We saw the sand not stopped
The legs of women
And sculpted towers.
We spoke of the vastness and diversity of life
Of things not seen
Of things felt
The earth moves like the cars
We all return to dust - but there is beauty in the living.
We have to keep moving.