No one really knows the face
behind the garden gates, but
she smiles when the sun holds
her gaze. Eyes of ancient wonder
sing notes of blue upon the garden.
And when the leaves of fall crown her
gold, she holds it like it’s the last
she’ll ever know. Colors die,
cold creeps in, fades her into stone.
The flowers and sun betray her light.
She becomes invisible again.
where is he now
the gardener of souls?
his “good morning” silent,
cardinals wonder why
sun, looking for a reason
summer holding on,
flowers broken without his songs
the gardener of souls
where is he now?
You appear every night in my dreams,
your hand out, leading me to gardens
of color and scent that float like music.
I twirl around, twist flowers in my hair,
and you smile, as if you know I belong
in this place that you dreamed for me.
And when we lie on a bed of wildflowers,
you take my hand in yours, and the stars
pour into the night sky. It takes my breath
away, but you catch it and set it back
gently on my lips. I feel every flower,
every star, every breath you dreamed
for me. The night is cold, but your arms
are warm, and peace settles all around.
I wake to find it has gone; cold has returned.
All day I smell flowers and wait for you.
glass ball in the sun
The blooms dotted the green bushes in colors
only summer could dream, blends of yellow,
orange, pink, and red. They lulled me
with their sweetness, and I hovered there
in the stillness, as butterflies descended
on to the splendid blooms. They drifted all
around me, each one painted with her own
enchanting pattern, her own combination of colors.
They were summers snowflakes, each perfectly
different, as they drifted in the sweet breeze
of summer and floated among blooms. Sun
pushed down with summers heaviness, and
I waited to see two butterflies that matched,
in color and pattern. Those flowers flooded
in June colors boasted more fluttering beauty
than I could have imagined before that day, and yet
it stays with me that there were no pairs, no
connections. They all flew alone.
Talking to the Clouds 