Coach trip Bodnant Garden. Wales.

 

We walked the garden
accents, sun-hats, sandals
all that makes for Sunday afternoons
mixed with azaleas' coloratura blooms,
Embothrium red and fading tulip;
strangers, talk of intimate things
confide with careless confidence
the confessional that is  holiday.
Fountains cool the air, entertain
coach trips in gaudy dress,
water fresh from Snowdon's heights,
a welcome change from last week.
The Laburnum arch nears full bloom
next week perhaps, next week.
A lawn mower drones across the lawn
others stoop to weed and plant
checking tickets, serving tea.
A garden party, all are welcome
brief friendships, flirting lashes,
memories carried home.