Garden

If I were a Garden,

I would be secret, Dark

clover hues over Sandalwood,

cast in tendrils

of shadow, locked up

in perfidious gloom with

the tinkling

of frigid metal.

And you would be my key.

If I were a Garden

 I would bloom for you, flowers

of brilliant yellows, fiery reds, resplendent oranges

shy pinks.

my mellifluous soul

bursting in rapture

into a glorious Sunset of Spring

for you.

And the distant daisies,

shall dip their daisy heads,

ever so slightly,

to the direction of you.

And the gentle breeze, it sighs a little.

And the trees sway,

A salutation to the spirit

of Summer.

For, if I were Garden,

You would be the

Gardener.


bwf

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