Her Garden Aglow
Her garden adorns a rush of flowers
across a patch imbuing blossomed grace—
enticed is she, despite the close of hours
as Grandma sows roots with her warm embrace:
The obedient morn floods dewy gold
on cycles shifting from autumn to snow,
where jasmines, mums, and peonies unfold
while dimming eyes flash from new buds, aglow...
Till glory of sunrise hallows the leaves,
forgetting old age now weighs on her sleeves.
~o~
For Dear Heart's Garden Contest
Rhyme: ababcdcdee
6/11/2020
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