My Garden
Friday, 16. May 2008, 04:07:35
I walk alone on the new fallen snow, the crunching footsteps following, echoing.
Oh my darling, where are you? Why am I here,
and lonely tears, on this cold path sowing?
Here you walked, in this lovely garden, your spices, lilies,
and herbs were gathering.
What will I see when Spring awakens this sleepy hollow?
Rhubarb and shallots, withering?
Are you sprinkling dew on new planted daffies
with your ageless watering can?
Are you sprinkling poison on an army of ants,
come to raid your honey bees?
Just come again and walk with me
through the Spring’s new budding trees.
Come again my dear, and let your hair be touched
by the Spring's sweet warming breeze.
Your smile is what grew this garden, not mine.
Leave it to me, and of flowers? There won’t be a sign.
Even the hair on your comb will be more beautiful
than this forlorn place without you.
Don’t laugh! You know it’s perfectly true!
Oh! And what of the summer parties?
What will the ladies think?
They will murmur and scoff at how low my resolve,
How low I’ve let the famous garden sink!
You are the only one - excepting your mother of course -
who can revive this wonderful mess!
And don’t blame me, when the neighbors complain,
for I will never confess.
Who is she that’s looking at me
on this chilly frosty morning?
Her face is fair, her eyes cooly stare,
and terrible is her opinion of me!
Miss Tilly, next door, peeks out through her door,
writing dark notes in her diary.
I am sure if you see them, that all her notes about me,
will be darkly critical and fiery.
She just proves the point that no matter how hard,
it’s possible to grow nuts in a garden!
I know it’s true. It’s only you,
who can turn this garden green.
Come back my dear, come back my sweet,
and save both the garden and me.
Oh my darling, where are you? Why am I here,
and lonely tears, on this cold path sowing?
Here you walked, in this lovely garden, your spices, lilies,
and herbs were gathering.
What will I see when Spring awakens this sleepy hollow?
Rhubarb and shallots, withering?
Are you sprinkling dew on new planted daffies
with your ageless watering can?
Are you sprinkling poison on an army of ants,
come to raid your honey bees?
Just come again and walk with me
through the Spring’s new budding trees.
Come again my dear, and let your hair be touched
by the Spring's sweet warming breeze.
Your smile is what grew this garden, not mine.
Leave it to me, and of flowers? There won’t be a sign.
Even the hair on your comb will be more beautiful
than this forlorn place without you.
Don’t laugh! You know it’s perfectly true!
Oh! And what of the summer parties?
What will the ladies think?
They will murmur and scoff at how low my resolve,
How low I’ve let the famous garden sink!
You are the only one - excepting your mother of course -
who can revive this wonderful mess!
And don’t blame me, when the neighbors complain,
for I will never confess.
Who is she that’s looking at me
on this chilly frosty morning?
Her face is fair, her eyes cooly stare,
and terrible is her opinion of me!
Miss Tilly, next door, peeks out through her door,
writing dark notes in her diary.
I am sure if you see them, that all her notes about me,
will be darkly critical and fiery.
She just proves the point that no matter how hard,
it’s possible to grow nuts in a garden!
I know it’s true. It’s only you,
who can turn this garden green.
Come back my dear, come back my sweet,
and save both the garden and me.
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By chinajon, # 16. May 2008, 04:08:42
By Cynthia23, # 16. May 2008, 04:15:12
It is so nice to see your comments. I walked around the grounds at school and found a few exceptional flowers. I took photos, but didn't put them on my USB flash disk to bring home. I will post them as soon as I can.
By chinajon, # 16. May 2008, 04:23:03
What a nice surprise it was to find this poem posted here this morning
Looking forward to seeing your flowers
By intothedeep, # 17. May 2008, 14:08:21