Lost Garden

Lost Garden Lacy, lovely lilac wisteria Drape over an old weathered garden fence, Behind the gate, the history of a family, Life loved, life cherished, life spent. There’s a plaque with a name you wouldn’t know Pinned on dilapidated boards, A robin looks down at you from an untended tree, His song just as sweet in his deserted world. Tall salmon gladiolas planted by a young happy groom, An old-fashioned garden by a rugged path Crowds daisies, larkspurs, verbenas, and wild herbs, The scent of which would rival the sweetest perfume. As the gate squeaks when a visitor, Longs to stroll and reminisce, There is the chortle of children in the air, And an empty rubber tire swing, a bench. The lovers’ spirits hold hands on the path They trod through a well-lived life, Though none is left to tend their garden, Save the birds of twilight.