The Garden

By Anne Brison   Come enter through the garden gate, And see the beauty that does await. Stoop beneath the climbing rose vine, And sweep past clusters of columbine. Watch the golden swaying Aspen, In the shadowy garden glen. And watch as the dragonfly swoops and darts, Among the blood red bleeding hearts.  Then stop … Continue reading The Garden

“Garden view.”

By Nardine Sanderson When the silence calls in the form of tears And the look that you now call the years Is worn upon that timely face, hidden smiles for life's embrace Shall the tears be joy or sorrow, when you meet the Lord to borrow A lasting breath but one Last kiss, In all … Continue reading “Garden view.”