The Old Rusty Gate
The Old Rusty Gate
Bright sunbeams puddle on a summer road,
Lazy bumblebees rise up with the heat,
Leads to a rusty gate, mysteries bode,
Barrier opens wide, invites come retreat.
A garden gate where pale lilac plumes lounge,
Secluded secrecy of hollyhocks,
Where snarled blackberry vines freely abound
With tangled climbing roses and white phlox.
Abandoned garden grows in wild array
Behind the gate that each day spawns more rust
Untended briars – forlorn nights - sad days –
Footpaths clog with the spells of ragged dusts.
Season’s pass, erase footprint signatures
‘Til life blooms from rusty gate overtures.
6-23-22
Contest: One in Five
Sponsor: Joseph May
Title Chosen: The Old Rusty Gate
Copyright © Sam Kauffman | Year Posted 2022
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