Succumb To Blooming's Dream
The garden bids me: “sit, relax”
We all, in time, shall bud and bloom
Scent the air with essence of our soul
Slowly wilt as season’s take their toll.
Bask in the touch of spring-times idle kiss
Touch the dawn dewed edges of her breath
Feel the gentle tones of stirring joy
As Spring is more than Winter’s feeble ploy.
Come also ‘neath the moon’s reflective gaze
Share with us the substance of the night
Listen as we sing in cool mist praise
Our quiet hymns between the sunny days.
Sit with us, succumb to blooming’s dream
For gardens are so much more than they seem.
John G. Lawless
©4/15/2023
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2023
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