Friday, August 11, 2017

Where Gardens Grow...

 Darling, did you enjoy the hours when life deployed its love in flowers?

Soon Queen Ann’s Lace-graced hill and path
Will wear the chill of ill wind’s wrath
And thought will stray from splays of snow
To trace this place where gardens grow

Arise, arise, soon lullabies
Will snuff this flower-paradise
Soon have and hold will fill the tomb
Where gold-green-purple gardens bloom

Veiled tempest this; inhale, exhale
See how the morning mist grows pale
Ah, soon the boon of bud will sleep
Where gaiety of gardens sweep

Time’s hub of love and laughter metes
A world of sky-wide window-seats
We dare not dare to snub the thrill
Of thoroughfares where gardens spill

Darling, did you enjoy the hours
When life deployed its love in flow’rs?
Come, come, for soon its sum will blow
 Across this plot where gardens grow

© Janet Martin

Friends of ours bid their dear mother/grandmother farewell.
She was 105 years old!
Some flowers bloom longer than others but in the end earth's grave claims its due...

“There are three things that are never satisfied,
    four that never say, ‘Enough!’: 
 the grave, 
the barren womb,
    land, which is never satisfied with water,
    and fire, which never says, ‘Enough!’


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