In A Garden Waiting For A Love Poem by OLADEJI POPOOLA

The garden is calm for lovers,
with bees foraging on nectars
and millipedes moving helter-
shelter for their daily routine.
Squirrels were mounting branches
as usual.

The garden was full of insect
hovering around with no purpose in
insight. Some pat skin to suck
fresh blood, they are the demons
the gardeners left untold.

The height of trees were variant
of palm tree, some were shrubs,
they hardly enjoy the daylight.
Weeds were buried in humus, the
gigantic of tree branches deflates
the gra gra of nutsedge root.

Birds were also sighted, they were
engrossed with worms, but when my
heart sing the blues of boredom. I
do see them orchestrating hymn of love.

Time started waving to me a journey
of no return, 'I stand, I sit', 'I sit,
I stand' till the fragrance of the
garden stale. No hope she would make
the day. Until my legs cried for abode,
I kept lookIng for her colour in the
misty day that left me out of blue.