The garden
Days of lavender
a new mown lawn
the bushes trimmed
the earth turned in the flower beds
the peach tree heavy with fruit
so too the pear and the bramley :
the centerpiece a bed of roses
white and red and yellow petals
adoring the sun that made them
He sits on a wooden bench
smoking a pipe
the smoke curling up
above his head
: in silence he sits
and admires his handiwork
A dragonfly darts back and forth
over the surface of the pond
the constant chirrup of birds
goes unheard lost as he is
in his thoughts and in his feelings
Where does love begin
where does it end ?
The nurture of nature too
is an act of love
a garden made of and with love
love that is our Eden
our paradise
John Lyons