Crawl under my spreading dwarf holly 

to discover caves 

I’ve paved   

with magenta oleander leaves, 

on your way 

to Katsarata. 

Frolic in my beds 

sleeved of lilac hued 

cyclamen. 

Gaze upward at their hearted 

framed leaves 

to find the underside 

purple lined. 

Listen to the music of the belled sheepfold 

echoing the shepherd’s cue. 

Rumble through my ancient queues 

leading you 

to sights untold 

to behold 

my garden of eden.

Jasper green moss 

has engulfed 

the invigorating, refined, 

rough, white limestone, hand honed walls 

by tools made of stone,

sat upon by the ancient ‘lone 

before the wash of emerald’s puddled 

robe joined to line the lane of footed prints 

pressed in lemon balm’s minted 

carpets infused with lavender cyclamen, 

dusty sage and violet blossoms 

of oregano on hinge

to rise for foot again, 

bedded my view from Antipata 

to Fiskardou Bay today.

Before the drops did’th come,

they say,

non like these had ever dropped. 

Calla lilies’ have clung 

to the roots of the fir, 

black pine and cypress to flourish 

in mid air. 

The dwarf irises are opening 

and I Ieant 

to confirm the scent 

of three saffron stigmas 

in the heart of an autumn crocus 

growing amid 

a fiddlehead bed 

of miniature ferns.