Michael’s Garden

Michael’s Garden

Imagine all the love our lives enclose

if placed within walled garden’s memory.

There gently falls the rain where grows the rose;

where droplets tremble in the wind and flee.

A wondrous world with rain-bowed colors blown

‘neath places in the sun where true things grow.

So be the rose whose petals now are flown

yet youth and passion’s heart remain and glow.

Oh, love forever growing free, she breathes;

she grows unbidden in green bowers where

her colors flow and are bright destiny.

Yet wild her vine and willing yet to share.

And so that love, a-blooming, it must be:

one still, small blossom through eternity.



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2 Comments on “Michael’s Garden”

  1. Carol
    December 29, 2017 at 7:50 pm #

    I like dark poems.


  2. jacquelinecaseypoetry
    January 4, 2018 at 12:27 pm #

    Then you won’t like this one.


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