Our Wondrous Garden

Love doesn’t taunt us
Rather, like an iris
It grows in a garden
So many nights in darkness, and rain
Love doesn’t rush us

It blossoms before us
Like a rose sends good morning
To those who walk by
Love doesn’t demand
As the bleeding heart
When it has been days without rain

It will wilt
If not tended, it may darken and dry
Fall to the ground as dust
Yesterday never cry

Yet next spring when seasons warm,

when soft rain falls,

when the air is sweet
as a chorus of daffodils

dance first happy smiles
And new born iris
with Sensual hearts

and purple dresses bloom
And there you have

such beauty once again
Always yours, it waits

and sings its sweet refrain

Copyright Gregory j summers 02–08–2019