Fragrance Of My Gardens. Poem by Wynona Gibson gibson

Fragrance Of My Gardens.



What a void within my life
Without a garden be,
A place to sit and contemplate,
Refreshing mind, refreshing me.

To see the dew upon the rose,
Listening to the humming of the bee,
Cannot imagine life without
This wonderment to see.

The music played within my soul,
A cantata drifting soft and sweet,
An edifice constructed within the mind,
Such visual pleasures ever to keep.

A garden where one wonders,
A voyager intruding on terrain,
Made welcome by the fragrant smells
Of misty mornings and passing rain.

Without a garden life would be,
So void of simple pleasure,
I wonder alone in my garden
Storing in mind this visual treasure

Sunday, April 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: inspiration
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Alone on Easter Morning, drinking my coffee and sitting in my garden. Know this is possibly the last year I will be able to enjoy the rewarding beauty they have given me. Health and age keeps me from the manual work to maintain this beautiful place and we all have to say goodbye and move on. A glorious beautify Easter Sunday. The words just formed and almost wrote itself
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success