Her garden, in retrospect…
Once an elixir, a passion
tended from cutting and seed.
She now bends to its release.
Surrounds of stacked stone
enmeshed in ivy’s blue-green,
tendrils tenaciously cling entwined,
outlining life’s disarray,
when a moment unexpectedly
took her away
from her flowers and her soil.
Jagged-edged weeds and the
choke of astilbe profusion
meander in puzzles of rocky paths, dew infused,
leading her to unknown places and life to relearn
in solitude sans embrace.
Arching pines enhance, tall and sheltering,
soft needled, sap laden
as antique roses caress
climbing above peony’s pink
gracing the confines of this feminine creation.
The work of her once patient hands
Nature’s demons now devour.
Cushions of angel haired herbs
season liriope triangles,
spider-like beneath lilac spires and hosta variegation.
A latticed bench stands empty
gathering moss upon its weathered teak,
a place where lovers should be stealing kisses
to an engagement of columbine, forget-me-nots,
and bleeding hearts.
Bold corners burgeon with hydrangea’s pristine whiteness
and bridal veil’s rivaling lace
dangling in pendulous balance as life,
amid delicate flowered cones
and rich green leaves,
endures in absencia.
Grassy waves ramble soft and wet under foot
While an angel dips toes in placid waters
awaiting ruffled feathers splashing, sundial timed,
in a perennial spa
as warm afternoon commingles with evening
and chipmunks play hide and seek with the butterflies
amid shade of phlox umbrellas and innocent daisy clusters.
All once an inspiration, an addiction
every species on the tip of her tongue…
a dawn to dusk ritual of self-indulgence
lies now in nature’s mercy,
beneath the tender’s wistful eye,
abandoned as daylilies bore seed
and sedum flowered, now a tangle
in anticipation of tomorrow’s hope
washed in yesterday’s tears.
Iris tubers multiplied,
purple lambs-ear carpeted,
fuzzily blanketing the rich earth.
Freshly bathed birds borrowed ragged snippets ,
nested in the thorny bramble
and nibbled pyracantha berries while
perched above black-eyed Susan’s choking mass
preparing for another day.
As did she, until
life unintentionally took her away
to other gardens and needs to tend.
But her seeds and roots remain with her;
they will blossom again.