You are on a roll today with these three delightful poems that capture your warmth and spirit. Almost felt your presence reading these softly in the background. Very nice indeed.
I know you know what greatness I see and feel in a garden, not so much a garden planted by others as a garden planted and tended by me as God does his magic with vines and leaves and colorful and scented blooms. E.T. Waldron and Karen Palumbo each share a love of gardens as, I suppose, do many others in our AuthorsDen.
"It's wondrous the joy I feel when in my secret garden," you say. O, I share the feeling. And the "secret" of the secret garden isn't that it's hidden; it's the secret pleasure that's all our own. As you so elequently phrase it: "Contentment settles like a cape upon my happy soul."
A quiet place in a park is renewing to the soul. But I would wish all could enjoy the pleasure under "the arch with Honeysuckle blooming" and the "peaceful bliss" of dreaming "morning dreams."
Your sharing of My Secret Garden lets us all enjoy this gift of God.
What a work of art your book must be: "Soaring Dreams - Daunting Reality."
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I know you know what greatness I see and feel in a garden, not so much a garden planted by others as a garden planted and tended by me as God does his magic with vines and leaves and colorful and scented blooms. E.T. Waldron and Karen Palumbo each share a love of gardens as, I suppose, do many others in our AuthorsDen.
"It's wondrous the joy I feel when in my secret garden," you say. O, I share the feeling. And the "secret" of the secret garden isn't that it's hidden; it's the secret pleasure that's all our own. As you so elequently phrase it: "Contentment settles like a cape upon my happy soul."
A quiet place in a park is renewing to the soul. But I would wish all could enjoy the pleasure under "the arch with Honeysuckle blooming" and the "peaceful bliss" of dreaming "morning dreams."
Your sharing of My Secret Garden lets us all enjoy this gift of God.
What a work of art your book must be: "Soaring Dreams - Daunting Reality."
Thank you for posting this very lovely poem.
Richard