I sit here in this bountiful garden,
Passing the summer hours,
Gazing over the various arbors,
That stand guard at the perimeter,
In their viridian dress coats,

They are true fountains of life,
Green with envy,
At our freedom,
Though we should be jealous,
Of their eternal dignity,

The leaves,
They splay out in the sun,
Like angels wings,
With a more tangible divinity,
Laying bare mother nature’s selflessness,

The autumnal browns arrive,
The leaves succumb,
A vision of entropy,
But cast a blanket of rejuvenation,
For the thirsty earth,

The winds twist through the branches,
Imparting a sacred message,
For all of humanity,
Be as the leaves,
Love your earth.

  1. Lesley says:

    I like the image of the arbors in their ‘viridian dress coats’. I need to read this poem several times as there is so much to be got from it. 😀

  2. cyncoed says:

    Also love the viridian dress coats, but confess I had to google ‘viridian’ to appreciate it !

  3. andysmerdon says:

    Excellent message and nicely written 🙂

  4. Woodsy says:

    Love the gentle touch with which you wrote this… with more a whisper than a shout, like the life that clings in lichen weave to tree bark.

  5. Lovely, vivid imagery. Love your poems – so visceral, so real wish I could write the way you do! Thanks so much for stopping by my blog and appreciating my poem!

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