Arbors View
Arbors view through slice of stone.
Vines clinging; bloom both joy and hope.
Hearts repent of the days done gone.
Life, oh life embraces on tattered rope.
Gardens now full green on arbors rolling lawn.
Small birds perch in the cover of leaves.
Waiting, oh waiting are they for the promised dawn.
Arbors now lean through windows side view.
Weathered and worn by the rages of time.
Peeling is the paint from splintered wood.
It Reveals layer after layer like precious memories of the mind.
What is the day that it should share its opulent dream?
This day through arbors view built with laughter on angel wings.
I remember…I remember, yet now though slice of stone…I surrender.
J. Allen Wilson © 7/21/08
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Peeling is the paint from splintered wood."
Seems to me that would be your job to repaint and such that beautiful arbor...Ed
Congratulations on 1,000 poems, and on having a love like Leah's - you are indeed bless.
Hold onto these precious memories to sustain you both - although worn, they yet live - beautifully imaged and penned.
(((HUGS))) love and continued prayers, Karla.