Conservatory Poems - Poems about Conservatory

[Conservatory: A glorified greenhouse stuck on the side of your house. This really happened yesterday, and today… Okay, the cactus is poetic license] ...

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Colorful male peacocks flew in when the glass door opened. They took up posts designated by themselves. What do we feed them? The princess asked her guards. It is unknown, they reported. We have never seen this. The peacocks stayed the rest of their lives. And the cooks figured out what they liked to eat. The conservatory became a spectacular...

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Tis' life I bring to my garden gate On a palette of colors by my front door Each day I can play as I cultivate Many blooms I have spawned as a grower Many suns, many moons have sweated and swooned In the coming and going of seasons But now even more the old metaphor Has me thinking of all the wrong...

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Do you remember the night sky conservatory? The time we picked the lock at the gate Snuck in after dark? So innocent we felt like criminals. Little did we know we were stealing Each other's hearts. Do you remember the blanket I spread out Beneath the stars that slowly revealed themselves One constellation at a time? Learning that darkness and light Can really coexist quite...

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Such dusty mats of coconut, and hats, and wicker chairs that creak; and chats, and cats on sills that suck the early sun that spills through glass to pass into the frills and twills that talk and twitter, pass the time till tiffin, pass the time of day this way until the chills of morning pass; and cups and saucers clink and...

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My Quiet Place The Conservatory Its early, the mist is just lifting as I open the conservatory doors, the spider webs are everywhere just hanging from every plant twig and the gazebo, all trailing a million jewels of dew as the sun rises through the disappearing clouds. I wonder once again if the sun will...

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