The garden is gone sweet one,
seeds we sowed
And plants we grow,
The harvests to be for now..
are none.
I will wait til at last,
For cold seasons pass
While sheets of ice prevail
The soil of fray;
today
So cracked and dry
no water to flow
All lonely and Grey;
For now
Yet these roots of mines
Yearn for my sunshine
Your ray's to lay down with me
Your gardener watches,
Waits tried and true,
With open arms and eyes of blue....
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 8:27 AM UTC