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Love is a Garden
by Alison McKenzieI have such a clear perception of it now -
How, once upon a fairy tale,
Beauty rested in the fertile soil,
Eager to blossom
With the first spring rain
Followed by a gloriously warm sunbath.
Oh, the adoration of those fragrances,
Luscious and soothing,
Other-world tranquility of sensuous fruit,
Though no gardener trample through.
Today high walls reign,
A protective hush rests on the current wind,
The foliage overgrown and untended,
The scorching of a late summer sun
Wrecking burnt edges and crisping leaves.
No amount of water, now, will restore it.
I have waited through these passing seasons,
And now I inhale
The breath of dreams sighing their last.
There will be no gardener to prune back
The wild, the thick of it, the weeds,
And now the garden itself
Becomes the Caretaker -
Self preservation its only hope -
In a world of pending winter
And frost.
04/29/2008 Author's Note: Of course the concept itself must be ancient, and there is no new revelation. Still, I wish I had thought of it this way before. Though one wanders through, he does not know his trade.
Posted on 04/29/2008
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/29/08 at 04:22 PM ...alison, your author note aside, this is a lovely capture of the concept...and squeezable soft words to convey...charlie |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 04/30/08 at 05:15 PM A vision of nature and all she offers us... I think this is lovely. |
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