SECRET GARDEN's blog: "poet"

"The Gift


Standing silent
The earliest – 1670
The latest still
Fresh not yet
Disturbed by
The settling of time


Family plots carefully
Tended crowding
The solitary stone
Inscribed – “Unknown”
Circa 1900

Early evening
Land breeze bends
Each grass blade,
Sentinels thousands
Guarding singular
Tombs

Spring blossoms pushing
Through the same
Soil shared by
Louisa M. Shorter
1857-1950,

Rebirth
As tree buds prepare
To explode into
A cacophony
Of colors –
Red, yellow, the
White Dogwood
Soon to bark


A tree stays in
Place, planted
On the occasion
Of her passing
Now her favorite
Companion who
Each spring brings
The gift of renewal

A butterfly alights
On my diet coke, it
Pauses and speaks
Well of hope – life

Spring dances with
Hundred forgotten
Headstones? Not
Really… a Cardinal
Comes to visit and
The brown of winter’s
Remorse gives way
To the enveloping green
Of a new season

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