Garden Gate

By garden gate a hedge now grows

With pink of rose to share

Growing through aged shingles there

With mossy underwear

 

Rusty hinges have stained cedar planks

As has dye from a broken latch

Clematis blooms with purple pride

With worn bricks underfoot, all orange agedly dyed

 

Japanese, hand shaped maple leaves

On tender stalks are playfully teased

As light breezes lead an impromptu flower dance

While honey bees offer a firther enhance

 

A raised trellis holding wild wanderings

Of twisting grape and trumpet both

Cast their winding shade below

Where sedum spreads longside dianthus’s growth

 

The barely standing cast iron gate leads

Through cosmos with blossoming seeds

All flowered tween two apple trees

Beside an aged garden bench resting at ease

 

Where to sit watching sunlight stroll

Across crowns of leaves faded show

Speckled growth on branches flow

Sprinkled like soft drops of snow

 

As creeping shadow’s cover all

Stretching from one gate to the other’s dim sight

Yawning birds no longer think of flight

As a sleeping garden dreams through another night

 

 

 

Reviews

[Raquela]

This is a good poem and I like it

[Dave Brown]

Many thanks
It is that near perfect time of year which was just made to enjoy
Cheers

[Re-Pete]

my kind of place 'mossy underwear' and all. peaceful and relaxing. nicely tended wording. love that pic.

[Dave Brown]

One of the few roses that didn't end up with black spot, making it all that much more appreciableread moreOne of the few roses that didn't end up with black spot, making it all that much more appreciable
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