Beyond the gate the garden patch
gives up its sweet perfume.
The woods reveal a ghost of white,
for dogwoods are in bloom.
On new mown hay I make my way
beneath a lonely oak,
where copse and brier conceal desire,
that I cannot revoke.
Two lovers passed into these woods
so many years ago.
But now alone I find the path
where honeysuckles grow.
Then deep within the wooded vault,
where angels guard the glen,
I still recall the chill of fall,
and grieve what might have been.
Beautiful. A lovely walk in time...very vivid n evocative. The reader feels like taking a walk with you. The nostalgic tone of the poem puts the reader in the same mood. Very powerfully written.10
The small farm where I grew up has inspired many poems. Thanks for the comment and praise.
Beautiful memories enclosed in woods evergreen. Yes, it was A walk in time took us to the loving memories back at that time. I loved all the description of plants, shrubs. This picture too matches with the woods. Loved reading it.
So sensitivelly recalled the memories of a passed lovely bond.In time appropriate may I try to translate it too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a beautiful piece, the imagination runs wild with the scene you discribe, what a lovely memory to share. love it... Annette
I am glad you liked it. Thank you for commenting. I appreciate it.