End of April. Plane trees – platanus hispanica – are now sailing along in the clear morning light. Horse chestnut-trees and paulownias have reached the peak of their beauty.
The time of the euphorbia has passed. The time of the wisteria is drawing to an end.
(Euphorbia near Pernety, purple wisteria in Rue des Thermopyles, white wisteria in my street)
In the gardens, bind weed is awakening : awe.
Ivy-leaved toadflax finds its way in small cracks in the pavements, and is now flowering : joy.
Over the Channel, in my small Canterbury garden, are the peonies in full bloom ? Have the Siberian irises come to grow and thrive ? Or did the Kentish summer draught bring their young shoots down ? Voices too thin to carry over the sea, however strong the wind.
Longing for silence and light to the swift morning breeze I commend my desire – may it fly to Southern shores where grow their hearts and mine alike
plane trees vast as a summer sky
How I now fear that my parents will leave the Mediterranean town I have come to call home.
That one could dwell under mountains born by the sea, among rocks and flora interwoven in an unmistakable treasure of light, that one could walk paths of thyme and rosemary in a landscape of limestone beauty, and envisage to leave them is beyond me.
To the great pines standing still under the Summer halt, and whispering in the evening breeze, that one could say farewell ?
Lurking in the darkness, waiting for its hour,
Star of hatred and blade of wrath, hidden so deep
The light of your conscience won’t reach the secret shore
On which the ripples die of its ominous sleep,
Skulking and rumbling, sighing and snarling, the Curse
Creeps up into your dreams, and to your soul adverse
Will colour in your days in unsuspected shades,
Waiting for your anger to open wide the Gates.
Tightly the Seal of Love have kept them shut so far
But there is not a heart anger does never sway
Beware, young warrior, born under Kyuubi’s star
The Nine-tailed will awake ; the Fox will find his way.
Thanks to the fan who coloured the picture, I am sorry I don’t know your name.