Amar Agarwala Poet Dramatic Verse

Walking Past Your Garden

Walking past your garden
When it was autumn´s end, 
Withered leaves spread across
Cobbled pathways that bend; 

I spied a single leaf
Upon a maple high, 
Trembling in gentle breeze
Beckoning the dusk nigh; 

Pausing for moments long
I saw it tumble down, 
Straight upon my shoulder
Its texture withered brown; 

Did an omen befall? 
With its stark fragile blade, 
That I may plead my love
Before the fall could fade; 

I searched for a blossom
There was none I could find, 
I was filled with remorse
Dark tidings in my mind; 

Lo! In the fading light
An Azalea stood, 
Dainty in its blueness
And then I understood; 

I plucked its tenderness
And found it laced with dew, 
I smelt its fragrance sweet
And knew it was for you; 

The last bloom in autumn
Had come upon my way, 
It made my heart whisper
My love would bloom someday.
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Mary Hoose March 20, 2017 at 9:38 PM Once again Amar my friend I visit your page and I find such lovely soft words from your heart that seem to float gently down the page.You have a tender heart for writing my friend and it shows.Simply beautiful...A '7' once again.Mary :) Amar Agarwala March 20, 2017 at 10:14 PM Dear Mary... your soothing words are a balm for a poet's soul. Happy that you visited my page... happier still that you liked the poem. You're a poetess yourself... and all of us who write poetry have tender hearts. The more bruised our hearts the better the words... like flowers when crushed give out much fragrance. Thank you so much. Warm Wishes!