I walk around your garden
among flowers and fruits,
under the Summer rain.
I walk alone and alone I think
of the seeds you planted
and the birds you don't see...
Because you built this garden
stones and fountains
roses, carnations, sunflowers
in the midst of Spring.
Golden blocks to lead the way
tall, fructiferous trees,
tall, impervious iron gates...
You built this whole garden
then left me
nevertheless, here I stayed.
6/11/2020 For "Garden" poetry contest - Fourth Place.
Categories:
fructiferous, angel, art, beauty, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Old canoe surfed in the placid and crystalline water
Conveying a man to a wood house near the river shore
Where lies the far memories of a fructiferous life
Nestled for decades with the love poured by its habitant
Flowing in unison with the rapid and pristine streams
November 15, 2016
Categories:
fructiferous, fantasy,
Form: Verse