|

My Walk after September
1, 2009 . . .
Through an arbor,
a
doorway,
Into a
fragrant labyrinth,
the
world of the
Victorian Rose

With
their heady perfume
Romance abounds
Pinks,
Reds, Whites, Noisettes,
Old Blush surrounded by his
beauties.
Memories of other roses
flood
the mind
Roses
that are orange, red, and gold,
Magical, powerful, charming

Hands
shaking
a
question asked," Will you marry me?”
Roses
waiting for the answer
Words
ring out as though music
floating in the air
Joyfully, petals step into the wind . . .
The
walk crosses a brick path
More
perfumes tantalize the senses
But
the voice of song rings today
Such
great joy
The
voice sings from the heart
The
walk turns
but
the wanderer may pause . . .
On a
bench
To
play the roses once more
Like a
lyre
Pulling on the strings of the heart
Sweet
glances
Healing memories
Tomorrow the sound of falling petals
Will
gather sadness, hurt and concern
Each
of those notes will be stilled
leaving only the exquisite memory
As is
life itself
At its
end

The
garden wants no more than
Attention
The
simplicity of the perennial garden
Charms
all
Daylilies, balloon flowers
Phlox
and salvia
rock
roses and asters.
One
must never forget
the
daisies.
For
today
even
the daisies mourn.

My
heart misses you
Lewis
Marie
Robyn
Lorraine
(Inspiration from Lewis Marie’s Poems)
|