A love in verse

The Garden

2017-06-13
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Stepping out from the wooden shed

Before me’s the garden (and then the house)

There's every shade, from deepest red-

To delicate yellow- she has the nous

To grow great flowers and it’s inbred

Her dear late mother had the gift

- The gardens she made in those days long dead!

Now this, as handsome, makes my heart lift

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My Sun

Mind dark and scattered – 

Thoughts all over the place – 

As if it mattered...

Absence

The leaves hang low now with the weight of summer,

Swallow you up along the sun-flecked path

Only your legs I see...