The Garden at Night

 

Among the scented lilies,

The air flows sweet around;

The filtering light

Gives way to night,

And stars shine o’er the ground.

 

As darkness comes with shadows,

The candlelight glimmers nigh;

And while the breeze

Slips through the trees,

The stars hang in the sky.

 

The birds have now gone silent,

The bluebells seem to ring;

The sun’s last rays

Bring close of day,

And stars begin to sing.

 

I watch them from the window,

And softly give a sigh;

For though I see

Them in the lea,

I know some day they’ll die.

Author's Note

One of my earlier poems, from when I was twelve. I still like the feeling of serenity and beauty that it evokes in me when I read it, even though the meter is not perfect.

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

Like a light at the end of the tunnel, this poem evokes a sense of well being and hope for the future and better times.
I enjoy your imagery here, it shines brightly on the page and cast's it's glow into the hearts of the reader.

I takes into the effect of cycles, how everything eventually goes away, to be reborn again.

Great Write!
Infinity's Shadow

[curley]

Very well-written. It has a beautiful and steady flow to it - soothing. The rhyming scheme is also well done. Your descriptions do a good job of creating a picture and the last line, it really pulls together the whole thing, in a reflective tying-up sense. =))