"garden of existence"

@Uootem

A garden beyond my present day reality
beckons for me to walk its barren pathways
of carefully placed stone pavers now covered with
the death of fallen leaves and withered stems
and to learn the names of all the plants that
once provided color and fragrance for two lovers.
but in this winter of existence the flora is only memory
for the seasons of time have stolen their life
if it were not for my recollections of springtime
this place could not be called a garden at all.

If I pace like some nervous groundskeeper
anxious for the his creation to renew itself,
know you that I am only anxious to see the sun rise over
the garden walls built to contain this patch of Eden,
and to feast upon the beauty that now lies dormant
before my hope fades and my eyes adjust to the blandness
of such a cold and brutal winter's interlude.

I must believe that the blossoming is inevitable,
for I feel the seedlings yearning for expression
and I can feel the tree liquor emerging from its hibernation
to once again purge out the sadness...
offering shade from the harsh sun
and a home for the birds that soar on the wind.
but I can only watch in anticipation,
impatient to visit this place again someday
beseeching nature to survive the season's changes
so that the efflorescence of our lost love
can once again seek to share the bursting forth
that once decorated the destiny of lovers forever.

For now, I must walk this barren garden plot
and with feeble fingertips stir the still-dormant soil,
and rake away the autumn wastefulness
holding onto enough patience to survive until
the first sign of the lilly welcomes springtime renewal.
are the gardener's efforts strong enough to survive my
intolerant tinkerings... for I so miss stroles with you so much.