This Enchanted Garden Poem by Anita Atina
This Enchanted Garden
A lazy drizzle ceased,
The garden still wrapped in a languorous haze,
With droplets sliding off leaves.
Warm vapor rose to meet,
Moist sunlight, that filtered through,
Air laden with the aroma, of rain-washed grass.
A trail weaved in and out of a shady grove,
Shivering droplets onto walkers,
Who gingerly stepped onto this slippery path.
A hushed presence surrounds this enchanted garden,
Perhaps, the portal of magic was still open,
Transmitting a state of grace.
Such a simple, gentle piece, very enchanting, keep up the goodwork
The rain can transform a garden...I love the way you stimulate the senses and walk me through your garden.
here we get not only an enchanting sight of a garden wet after rain but also the feel there in, thanks to the image created in the second stanza lines- the aroma feel...lovely read, Anita 10
Such portals of magic are only visible to those who can see their beauty... this is lovely...
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5/6/2024 10:41:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What a Peaceful and enchanting write, Anita... Andrew 10