She collects the colours of summer evening
distributes them through her garden with art and beauty
to welcome her guests appropriately, that is,
these flowers are the colours of her joy to be with them,
the colours of her hospitality and the pleasure she takes
in that hospitality itself. It’s as if she distributes herself,
with flowers and gestures, between each guest
equally, and this redolent time of late floral scents,
dark hues that reflect deep shades in the night sky,
she fills with warmth and vitality, so each guest,
becomes part of the garden she draws about her.
There’s no mistake how deeply and richly
she rewards each friend with love,
the evidence of her good humour,
the laugh she shares effortlessly with each,
as she plants within them a garden of joyful
colour, loving perfume, effortlessly bound
with this moment each experiences differently,
herself the only common part of the equation.
She’s art and science, one half of the other, a communion
of pure heart loving without guile or strategy.
This is how the warmth she inspires creates a garden
of the evening, a garden each guest will take with them.
Then after they leave, after the sun rises the next day,
to find new flowers within, they never imagined existed
a garden dedicated to them, to be discovered, explored.