When the gardener has gone this garden
Looks wistful and seems waiting an event.
It is so spruce, a metaphor of Eden
And even more so since the gardener went,
Quietly godlike, but of course, he had
Not made me promise anything and I
Had no one tempting me to make the bad
Choice. Yet I still felt lost and wonder why.
Even the beech tree from next door which shares
Its shadow with me, seemed a kind of threat.
Everything was too neat, and someone cares
In the wrong way. I need not have stood long
Mocked by the smell of a mown lawn, and yet
I did. Sickness for Eden was so strong.
- Secret Garden 💥
- “A LESSON IN PATIENCE, TOLERANCE & GRUMBLING!”MYSTIC POET 💥
- Hauntingly BEAUTIFUL ❤
- ART ~ Vermeer
- Australian Forests ~ Victoria
Oh, thank YOU, beautiful, KINDNESS lady – for being so nice to me!
Thank for your lovely work 💥
This is so powerful. Thank you for posting this!
Thanks a lot for the lovely update.