The Hidden Garden In My Winter Forest
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"The Hidden Garden in My Winter Forest"
First you must find the steps
Covered in wet moss, fog and cobwebs
It’s not easy to find,
the Hidden Garden in My Winter Forest
Traverse the path to the gate at the end
Of the twisting Labyrinth -
A key required, deep inside your soul
you’ve had it with you all the time
You’ve just lost it in a far corner of your mind
Or in the pockets of Chinese Whispers,
doubts and egos intertwined
Summer’s dead, you are pining for Spring,
Autumn has bashfully beckoned and
now Winter like a beautiful Siren,
wraps her breath around you exquisitely,
“Your” own sweet song she sings.
Red leaves are long dead and gone here
But in the hidden Garden in My Winter Forest
Red bleeds in every vein that breathes,
Both flowers and weeds bloom
all shades of alabaster, grey, ebony and blues
You’ll need your secateurs to manicure, re-adjust some
Yet not remove, the words that cover all the leaves
In all the stories hanging off all my trees
They never drop, no fast and smart
scathing cold Winter breeze blows the stories away here
Winter warmly strokes each leaf and branch fondly
brackets are just swings and
end of sentences, well, "Freedom Day" always wins,
adjust a penny for the Ferryman, full stop
Close your eyes just for a little while, sleep beautiful one,
The dream begins, you open them and stay
The Hidden Garden in My Winter Forest calls to you
I'm not gone, hear me singing out your name.
In the Hidden Garden of My Winter Forest, Love is fierce
Nothing dies here, it’s forever in bloom, multiplying
Caged animals and tamed minds do not exist
They roam wild and free, running riot happily
This is the place where Lost Lovers come to tryst
Villains come to try their best, but I must confess
They just turn into leaves when they’re fully undressed
Naked as a Blue Jay screams, you can see through
All their bluff and bravado, their wicked schemes,
They’re just unloved, mortal fear-kept things
Divested, shy and retiring they flee, or remain to evolve
as new creatures to play their part in my story
In this my Hidden Garden, in my Winter Forest, by way of
Lady Labyrinth in all her haunting glory.
My table is set to entertain you,
pull up a seat under the growing leaves of all my Winter Trees.
There’s always warmth in the Hidden Garden of My Winter Forest.
There's always comfort, safety, LOVE, chocolate cake and hot sweet Chai tea.
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
for my daughter, G. x
Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018
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