Escape to Paradise
The city garden of June is
Filled with a magical perfume
As in an ancient garden of Persia
Lush with many roses.
Visitors meander between rows
Bending to savor the fragrances up close,
Which waft across the lawns
In the summers warm wind.
Watching the wind and patiently waiting
For the stiller moments in between,
I focus my lens upon the beauty while
Caressed by sweets scents
I capture breathtaking colors performing subtle changes
Caught in a moment as the bees and dragonflies
Hover and explore within my frame.
Then I think of you and your garden
Of a hundred rose bushes…
And last year you coarsely told me,
“Ah, I ripped them out
Because of the drought.”
Some years ago we stood together
In this very garden in August
The roses were blighted from weather and insects.
With a sense of failure, I regretted seeing
the garden in such a dilapidated state,
through your eyes.
Taking the paths, I refocus and compose,
The bursting blooms strain towards the sun.
With pride in clusters of colors
While some hang heavy
On their stems and dip to earth,
As if such beauty is a burden.
Luxurious perfumed ladies dressed for tea
Gather on the lawns – a party of flowers –
Dazzling in the sunshine arch their heads
Toward the sky with elegance that mocks
The ordinary, the withered, and the past.
Their petals unfold in delicate pastel shapes
And other’s dressed in bold reds, purple and orange hues
Compete for admiration. It is a feast for the eyes.
Each and every one calls to life!
A rhythm of words moves through me.
As the bushes pose and sway
For the young lovers,
Who pass me, enthralled in each other,
The flowers nod their approval.
Each blossom, more beautiful than the last,
Is added to last June’s crop from the garden
to my cold frame photos of flowery memory.
Each year is beheld in roses for the winter review.
Clearly the roses say beauty is now.
The past cannot return, after the last roses of summer fade.
Many Thanks to the gardeners of the Lake Harriet Rose Garden in Minneapolis Minnesota and The City of Minneapolis Parks and Recreation workers.
Thanks for stopping by my kitchen.
Have a peaceful day.