In the silence of the garden,
pale moonlight streamed down
upon the lovers, casting a soft
glow upon their faces.
Droplets of dew clung like teardrops
to the fragrant pink rose he so
thoughtfully tucked into her hair
of golden blonde.
His ancient vows of love echoed in her
mind long after their garden tryst.
Clad in a gown of satin and lace,
she joined with him in a dream born
in a figment of her imagination.
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Reviews of "A Garden Tryst"
Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 29, 2008
A highly imaginative and enjoyable piece, well formatted and with an easy flow. Nicely done.
Reviewed by Dark Knight (Reader)
Reviewed on October 15, 2007
simply lovely
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on March 16, 2006
As pastel and satiny-smooth as the gown you describe!
Good work.
Enjoyed your book, too, whose cover, I might add...my
talented brother designed (Vin of Spiralpath).
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Good work.
Enjoyed your book, too, whose cover, I might add...my
talented brother designed (Vin of Spiralpath).
Pat.
~Joseph