| The Garden |
| With gentle fingers I lovingly stroke the silken petalsof a dusky red rose and bright yellow daffodil while watching the gossamer wings of a rare butterfuly flutter as it eagerly drinks the nector of a bird of paradise. A small smile plays about my lips as I cheerfully pluck the weeds from between elegant white lilies and multi-colored orchids and see a bumble bee lazily buzzing around a magnificent bloom of exotic ginger. After tending my precious blooms I sit quietly amoungst the laden branches of a lilac bush the heady aroma of it's blossoms mingling with that of purple peonies and passion flowers. Reaching to straighten the tall stalk of a sunflower I then bend and gently smooth the delicate stems of pink lady slippers and lily of the valley. I mumur an apology when I pluck a particularily lovely blossom from a hibiscus tree before noticing that once again new buds have formed amoungst the waxy leaves. Hearing a soft noise I turn and see you holding your hand out to me and I eagerly join you raising my face for a kiss like a flower begging for rain. As you lower your head all around us an explosion of bright orange poppies appear infusing the area with a glorious new array of color. Later as we walk down the cobblestone path I can see in dawn's dappled rays dew drops sparkling like diamonds on the silken petals of the flowers you have planted in the garden of my heart. |
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| Copywrite M. Abernathey 2001 |
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| Artwork courtesy of Jim Warren |