Garden Path
Simmering summer days drained by the cloud burst rains,
flow down through the autumn bridge to halcyon horizon,
where the burnt ginger sky rises to seamless azure space,
swan cloudlets wave farewell to the south flying swallows.
The trees clasping the canvas of my meadow get coat of gold,
chromatic leaves rustle on cinnamon soil of gorgeous garden,
where the beguiled buds have unfurled their inciting petals,
splashing in crisp air flecks of radiance from the riot of colors.
From yonder woods cascades the music of whispering breeze,
the melody in harmony with the tune of robin’s song of dawn,
resonating with the cadence of glittering dew on adorned grass,
in the wake of its splendor I walk my delight on the garden path.
June 11, 2020
Contest : Garden
Sponsor : Dear Heart
For Brian Strand's Contest A Brian Strand July 18
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