from night’s outer wing

Weather pretty good in Edinburgh again this afternoon, and spent several hours at the Allotment ...

... almost all the beds now planted-out, and everything looking in decent order.

Here's E. E. Cummings famous Garden-poem about the cycle-of-life:


This Is The Garden: Colours Come And Go

this is the garden: colours come and go,
frail azures fluttering from night’s outer wing
strong silent greens silently lingering,
absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
This is the garden: pursed lips do blow
upon cool flutes within wide glooms, and sing
(of harps celestial to the quivering string)
invisible faces hauntingly and slow.

This is the garden. Time shall surely reap
and on Death’s blade lie many a flower curled,
in other lands where other songs be sung;
yet stand They here enraptured, as among
the slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.

---

Edward Estlin (E.E.) Cummings (1894 – 1962)

---