~  Emerald Garden ~

                Why does thou sit upon heated eaves

                Little bird wash thy breast in hollow spout

                Sweet and low your music I hear to stir

               Wisely by him who tamed my heart

               Beneath the Mimosa canopy

               Soft lot of grass to pillow

               Movements thrice  to angelic rays

               Even glow when daylight leaves

               Passionate throbs that bid warm tear

              The page I read to my humble eaves

              I sometimes dream to stir the love

              Thou alone with thee

              Emerald Garden paths cool and sweet

              To catch the gentle eye

              Its brightest image of moving things

     Emerald Garden
     Sunday August 26, 2012 (c)
     Mary Ann Biddinger