Lemon balm and lavender, amaryllis green
All the scents a garden holds, vibrant though unseen
Tansy tall and spearmint bright spend their perfumes gay
While violets and lilies white do their incense spray
Midst this tangled rooting mass lies a seed unborn
That may blossom forth one day into times forlorn.
Tiny mums, petunias bold nestle side by side
Laughing bells with nodding heads do their mirth confide,
Watch the painted daisy bow with a grace serene,
Spreads the creeping myrtle discreetly in-between,
How this sight does profit me as I chance intrude
Like some stranger in a trance, arrogant and rude.
In a field of thornbush one lonely primrose grew
Pledging soon that I’d forget that long wait I knew,
I trace again those times that quickly flew too fast
While roses by a fence remind me of the past,
Alas my life slips by too soon its season ends
And I am left behind to grieve the loss of friends.
A flower ends its life in quiet simple ways
Enriched by nature’s cool and passionless displays,
The years may come and go as petals fade and die
But in the life of man this fading means goodbye,
Reaching the final circumstance wherein resides
The blending of that time when none but truth presides.
Sunlight in a garden though seeming ever bright
Fades into a sunset where flowers sleep at night
Fulfillment of happenings that I dare not know,
Like shadows of sentiment those I scarce can show
Reminds me that a man though born of God’s intent
Fades into the darkness before his life is spent.
I’ve walked among the shadows, whistled in the rain
Faced the bloody mountain and shivered with the pain
I’ve questioned valid reason and read books untold
Searching for an answer about what life might hold,
Yet always in my mind that field of flowers glows
Can I trust one promise beyond what nature grows?
Claire V. Bogdanos 