The Garden at Night

The Garden at Night


There is a far away land,
The flower crops rise, fall and
return in the Spring brighter than ever.
It is the lillies that reign,
the sun flowers and poppies are the artists,
roses and carnations are mothers and daughters.


In the woods, at night, their conversations
can be heard.
Whispers and the barest laughter of a
sunflower and a nightshade gossiping.
The love affair of the tulip princess and a Don Juan rose.


The sobs of a daffodil cradling its wilted
dandelion mate that opened too early and
caught the frost.
It is a language that can be understood if
you appreciate the scent of the sweetest incense.

There is a guide to this land.
A vine that uncurls and wraps around your wrist-
if you close your eyes and sit by your garden
and imagine.

Tracy St.Shelley aka reldra (copyright 1993)

That was just enchanting!

a reply to: reldra
Well done

Very nice ... I was briefly in your Garden.

Thank you.

a reply to: reldra

A posy of prose
A bouquet of words
A garland of letters
From my heart to yours

S+F

a reply to: reldra

A sweet and simple little poem from the past. I bet you had a garden that this relates to.

Thanks for sharing and keep writing poetry, especially about the magical places you find in your daily life.

S and F