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Crimson clover round the bend
Parted of a sorrowed tool
Planting phrase on what is said
Who now stands the empty fool

In this garden, sheer delight
Wilted from the summer heat
Fenced in by a stone of white
Destined to be incomplete

Oh the beauty it hath lost
When your eyes did cast away
Counting change amidst the cost
Of this bloom now gone astray

On this bench of marble form
Headless statues bid adieu
I shall sit her in the storm
Clinging to the thought of you

For this rain shall find my weep
Fills the puddles of despair
Deep within their hollows keep
Nothing less that I’m aware

Loneliness, this garden seed
Found of hedges twist and turn
Taken from the soiled need
Am I ever soon to learn

Here behind an iron gate
Draped in vines so long now dead
Brittle touches prove too late
Of the love my heart has bled

As the sun does set the field
Now as darkness comes to play
Time I find my fate is sealed
Lonely gardens I will stay

sparrows have been around for as long as I can remember
sweet companions on all the roads of life travelled
but this time this flock of daily contact is the summit of all others
its me that has physically stopped still in my final pitching up place
and this little flock who will accompany me until my own final flight

on the forest floor
the dappled shadows did play
on that summer's day

Dusk descends across the west

     as our yellow dwarf star 

surrenders its daily reign -

     washing the horizon 

in a diadem of refracted light.



Prismatic clouds blaze

     like a wondrous skycape

brushed by an impressionist deity
-
     conjoining the passing day 

with the emerging veil of night.



The first stars have arrived

     to escort the silvery moon

along its nocturnal journey.



The season of sleep is upon us.
     A few tilts of the hour glass

will transport our circling furnace

     just below the eastern peaks - 

a harbinger of the coming day. 


     Dawn and twilight

framed in luminous Alpenglow.

*July, 2014

I promise you, I will try
To make it better
I know I cannot ease your pain
But if I could, I would
I wish I could dry your eyes
And wipe the tears away
Help convince you that it'll be better
Before tomorrow comes
I feel helpless watching you cry
You can always come to me
And sob into my shoulder
Oh, my poor girl
How it hurts me
Seeing you whimper
And watching the tears fall
From beautiful chocolate brown eyes
Why can't I take your physical
And emotional pain away?
If only I could, I would
My poor sweet girl

*~Marian~