Brigit's Garden - time for a sonnet

Here in Brigit’s Garden we can be quite alone
Or share the space where earth and grasses,
Willow, birch, ash and oak, turf and stone,
Create in here and now the poetry of the past:
Transform the myth and the make-believe
Into roofs that keep off rain and walls that ward
Off cold, pools which will let lilies thrive,
Shelter for anemones and afford a
Setting for both wild and cultivated tastes.
Lovers and mothers leave messages on trees,
Children climb on rocks and mounds and places
Where they can dodge and hide, explore, be free.
And we too, into our private spaces
May take some of that spirit, gratefully.