Strolling a March Garden...

 

(from a garden 22 years ago)

From fronds of bygone gardens

A bloom of echoes leaps

Yet, hope of springtime pardons

What slumbers in its deeps

Here sleeps yesterday’s flower

We trod on plumes entombed

In a bedraggled bower

Where once a summer bloomed

How bittersweet the Bearing

That wafts upon the breeze

As feet pause in the wearing

Of unframed memories

…to taste upon time’s taking

The waking way that wins

Where spring’s seasonal breaking

Of flower-buds begins

...ere fronds of bygone gardens

Claim what yet waits to bloom

And hope of springtime pardons

That which soon fills its tomb

© Janet Martin

 

 Inspired in part by Mark Windham's poem shared here

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