As sunset grows near
I draw to the garden.
Fresh water flows sweetly cool,
Bubbling along boulders worn smooth.
Their companionship has softened edges harsh
And honed contrasts of character unique.
Blossom fragrance drifts on air warm and heavy
Filling my breath with summer perfume.
My hand extends
And what in return?
Perchance, a perfect bud of love's symbol true
Enfolding delicate layers of perfect design.
There be thorns, I know, yet neither wince nor scoff
Diligently they guard treasured beauty in duty fast.
Tendril spirals, hold sound their grip, stronger than they seem
While clusters swell and sweetness grows.
Susans peek, brown eyes awatch amidst the timber's dappled rays
Growing freely, uninhibited by rock blockade.
Crevice reveals; beauty takes root.
True to history, she waits.
Each petal stillness listening, content and solitary,
Until... the orchestra draws a bow across the horizon straight.
Joining the melody of the creeksong and flutter of bird's wing
Rumbles a depth of bass harmony.
Rolling thunder... distant yet profound...
What comes?
Welcome summer rain, kissing spring's artistry
Washing over a striking canvas painted fresh.
Watercolor garden, unintentional, unrefined... complete surprise
Spreading seeds today in a garden of fellowship.
