Poem -
scents of garden
scents of garden
floating free, reminding me
I live, I be,Β
alive within rich tapestry
shame to waste it then
on me
for birds do not feel as i doΒ
and fewer flowers sprout up blue
and sunny clouds don't pause to
weep, or question on reflections
deep in
streams that run so endless onΒ
this earth to kiss and smile upon
and trees do not break up and cry
in worry
that their leaves might die
and all this wonder, living on
to cast aboutΒ
in perfumes on
this
garden, gently scenting me
alas, I live
alas, I be...
M ~
Β
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I could easily feel envious of the garden. A life without worry indeed. Another great write Marion.
Take care - Syd xo
There is still worry lol...plenty...but there is something magical about a garden especially at night...thankyou Syd x
wonderful write Marion! hugs!......................................................................Jim
Thankyou Jim x
such a beautiful refrain. I so love all your work
That's a beautiful comment and much appreciated x
Nice uplifting βοΈΒ
JP
Thankyou John x
Well put and so familiar it once was. Thank you for reminding me that yes, gladly I live (nowadays). Keep pushing π€£π
I'm truly glad you got to...
'gladly I live'...if you can get there I can too so thank YOU for reminding ME...hugs x
I will help you get there if I can, at least by staying on Cosmo - you're the one I check out first (mostly from my weekly Sunday bath, but still. Keep challenging me too and yesπ§Ίπ§Ίπ§Ίπ§Ί full of hugs for youΒ
Bless you π