The Window To My Serenity
The Window To My Serenity
Through stained glass, into the soul of my idyllic garden,
What eyes have seen your beauty, reflections in a smile ?
Ancient trees lined, wherein Lucius Septimus once roamed,
The place of Roman cemeteries, The Aurelia Aureliana tomb.
Where souls and spirits of Jacobites once strolled in belted plaid.
Now wild doves fleetingly fly, high above the chimney stacks,
The Camelia in full blossom pink, hugs the house facade.
Below the roped edging, hedgehogs snuffing the undergrowth.
The gates of wrought defend our Victorian garden tiered,
Rising heavenly above the city walls and fortressed town,
Springs splendour, stepped lanterns, illuminate the feared,
As Gods theatre unwraps it's cloak and releases Nature's gown.
Eos rises and rises further, until as if hanging by a thread,
Lingers like a wishful thought, under Nature's dome in bloom,
And her rays like tendrils stretch and seek her willing guests,
The harshness waits, of winters tongue, the lashings to resume .
Trapped within the crumbling ruins of my mind, I escape, alive,
Walking down the flagging sandstone steps, and breathe,
The climbing roses pricks my conscience, reveals unwanted truths,
The crunching sound of golden stalk moves sideways below my feet .
Fallen branches, the last remains, soldiers of Nature's war,
The ivy curls and clings like a rope around Nature's throat,
The flitting wrens hide in passageways, and vines obscure,
Field mice frantically scurry along the cobbled garden floor .
A myriad of colours float like dangling spiders above my head,
They drape my morning view like strings of golden thread,
While a river of blackbirds dethrone goldfinches from their perch
The male gathering his harvest full flight his wings would spread.
Homesteads veiled in twigs and leaves the blackbirds trill is heard,
Danger beckons danger, as beauty graced by Nature takes to flight,
The peregrine strikes like lightening , in hiding, nothing could be stirred
The blackbird sings the all clear, as the bird of prey moves from sight.
The longing smothered and lined in cherry plum, and lilac scent,
As dappled sunlight pierces likes a million fingers, renewing hope.
The wilted stalks of winter pleading, like a beggar from the streets,
To care for them as once you did , A world where they can cope.
In the distance the Pennines glazed in white feathered snow glows,
Sweeping east to west like a bay surrounds a sand less shore .
In awe, I stare in wonder, roaming eyes below, above a glow ,
The Auro-Borealis, brings me to my knees, my heart desires more.
I return to look through stained glass windows , night invites reflection,
As Nature's silence falls under the nights scintillating canopy of stars,
Their world ,within my dreams but a world a million miles from reach
My beautiful reality lies in Nature's garden, where free, I fly like a bird.
This is my path, my window to my serenity.
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Daniel Caplin
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