Green Passage The Patch General Store A mighty arboreal surge across the road Of masterful trees, far surpassing in their height Our small humanity, suddenly uplifts my heart, As we sit at The Patch café and wait for lunch. The whole world is framed by their majestic rush Of foliage that seems to brush the sky’s sea. I notice then the stretch of mown lawn Bending away into the garden’s hidden deeps. I’d like to tread its soft embrace and find In my green passage otherwhere, a different And elusive garden taking me away from here. Unseen yet seeable from…