At first I did not see;so neat beyond the hedge
and dulled by mottled shade
of giant oak and plane.
Four ridged squares of box
once chosen for fragrance,
awaiting release by gentle brush of
silken shoe or petticoats trailing edge.
The centre filled with healing herbs
patterned as a reminder in symbols,
the ancient guilds and the sealing
pledges of great craftsmen.
Follow circuit, line and path;
let the eye trace the tangle
of years as sedge and briar
entwine with lavender.
Journey the echo of history when
the blast of changing winds
pestilence, plague, death.