Side Path
There is a path in my garden
set that if you don't look,
if you are not adventurous
you wouldn't know it was there, but it is.
It winds and curls just beyond the red roses
under the pear and plum
down sloping along the black eyed susies
just pass the daylilies and the mint.
The slope itself sometimes flood from rain
deepening the path and keeping it free of weeds
as the lilacs stretch out with the roses
and catch your sleeve to direct your walk
The path continues far back along the fence
where a palette of rose of sharons bloom
in their pinks and reds and whites
and on occasion a purple shade of blue.
There unexpectedly the yard opens up
and the pond gurgles with life
as oranges, whites and yellow swim up
with the gaping open mouth of fish.
The side path suddenly disappears
but you can find it again
you just have to take a walk and look
but for me, I always know just where it is.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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