In My Father's Garden

in my father's garden silver moonlight illuminated foliage and earth a young girl could feel safe there safe in the cool mist of the night air away from the heat and noise of a crowded household in the garden were freshness, coolness and spirits to converse with shadows and dark places beckoned stay its very soil vibrant with energy pulsating through sprawling vines sustaining tall shafts of vegetable life surrounded by benign strength protected from intrusion a young girl could lose herself then, reeling from its beauty return to the chaos carrying in her tender ear whispers of moonlit mystery