In the morning light the sun begins to rise
Inside the greenhouse where the beauty lies
Climbing like a sweet pea reaching for the sky
With every step you take your spirit flies.
Over garden ladders see a world unfold
Through the elephant hedge the flowers
are taking Ganesha in a festival of colour.
Blooms of every shade a story to be told
An ashram of light in an Indian summer.
I'm there in spirit, love, though not in plain sight.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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