Fully Grown

Morden Blush

The vows, inception, but a bud,

Which Time has now released;

The years, the layers, gracious flood

Where depth of love increased.

The petals, pathways intertwined,

Your fingers in my own;

The flower, beauty, souls aligned,

A marriage fully grown.

 

 

 

The Wedding

tarda tulips

Sunshine in its purest form

Dressed in bridal innocence,

Emerald carpet strewn with pearls

Waves in holy reverence.

I, an honoured guest in state,

Watch as vows of love are sworn;

Gladdened by this gloried glimpse,

Spring pronounces hope reborn.

Perhaps

Petticoats

 

Perhaps if petticoats were pearls

And thoughts were stars with chocolate swirls,

Moments wrapped in petalled lace,

Where tear-drop diamonds hold in place

Bright fairy-wands, of age-old make

Fair magic-wrought, for magic’s sake –

Then I could keep you here with me,

Shut out the worst catastrophe,

Bind our hearts with fairy glue

So I could always be with you.

Delicate Detour

dahlia

 

I pause

mid-stride,

my to-do list caught

in your delicate detour,

fly to your whimsical web.

Task and master flounder,

round ruffled maze-twists;

forgetfulness steals soft

in lemon-drop swirls.

Weeds will wait.

Urgency evaporates

amidst petalled purity;

here is Now,

here is life alive,

painted to mimic sunshine,

so I pause.

An Invitation

garden view

 

Step into my garden,

Linger in the lane;

Wrap yourself in rosemary,

Scent yourself with sage.

Rosebuds beckon, daisies nod,

Treetops lend their shade;

Peace awaits the wanderer

Whose heart is sorrow-swayed.