"cleomes" poems
Verdant comforts,
cleomes and dalhias,
walks by cobbled paths
Artists and their pedestals
incapsulating these vistas,
therein lays the beauty
we all knew inherent
in each and every of our dawn risings
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
God made a garden just for me,
And He filled it with pink and purple peonies.
In this garden He said I'll never grow old,
I will thrive in a field of the brightest marigolds.
Where I will play and dance like a kid,
I'll be wild and free just like the native orchids.
In this garden all will be bliss and tranquil,
And my soul will rest amongst dazzling daffodils.
This garden grows above where the stars twinkle,
And is beaming with bees buzzing past periwinkles.
In this garden there will be no serpents who tease,
Only streams decorated with laughing lilies.
In this garden that I'll soon call my home,
There will be pink and white baby cleomes.
Up in the sky beyond where eyes have seen,
There is a garden God made and it's waiting for me.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 6:26 PM UTC