April 17, 2011

Choisya's Garden

This is a small poem I'd written for a once particpant on the Barnes & Noble book clubs.  This woman, Choisya was her name, talked about her garden and how much she loved it.   I simply wrote it down. 

I went into my garden early this morning, I saw my spring flowers, soon to be opening.  The morning sun's rays were shining bright, and my cares of the day now out of sight.
Rivulets of shadows no longer exist, my days fill with flowers that bloom in the mist.  My laughter and light gives through the day, as earth sends her glories in every ray.
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