Reflections Of A Woman Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Spring has come; and she loves the solitude,
standing half-naked inside her bouquet.
Her breath is a blessing of gratitude
and she – a garden sculpture on display.

Passion paints red the petals of her crown
that glisten softly from the morning rain,
unfolding in waves come tumbling down
over fields of honey and ginger stain.

The suggestion of silk silently slips
into ripe ripples of virginal white,
hanging like dreams on the cusp of her hips
and bathed in shadows of the morning light.

She thinks of Lucy Maud Montgomery
and her sweet spring song of mystic healing.
The long stems of life are a mystery
but in their mystique are most appealing.

The flowers are a song of devotion
played on the heart in a garden of green,
reflections of a woman in motion
in faraway places, in time, unseen.