Curves
Curves
There is a path of violets that curves along
A garden where I walk
Mists abound as gardeners try
To keep summer alive.
There is a waterfall, and a curving bench
Where I may sit and listen to its showers
Drowning out the city noise,
Oh, how I could linger for hours.
Round beds tiers of circling curves,
Colors of red, dripping ivy threads,
Hidden curved benches for meditation,
Colors and fountains for celebration.
I want to go there this very day,
Take some colors, paint and play,
But life has its ways of throwing curves,
Duties call, and I must serve.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017
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