Ph: Love: Oh, Come! Poem by Brian Johnston

Oh, come! Enjoy the shade with me along the garden's wall,
The sun is bright (and at its height) , it's past noon's whistle call,
A cooling breeze bestirs aged trees, let's roll with it a bit,
As sparrows twitter in the hedge, relax and take a hit

Of Nature's bounty! Butterflies (that visit plains and bowers)
Love their fate: impregnate droves of prepubescent flowers.

How sensual are seasons that now lay with fallow earth,
They tease and taunt reluctant seedlings (heat and ice hatched birth) , (1)
Some seeds drift on the wind for miles to further mute life's span,
But then they settle, find a home, and do the best they can.

With space at last plants root, they grow, and bloom (God's plan) . Revealing
Stars die, embers lose their light, but still, life has no ceiling!

Our faces wizened now with years can testify to this:
There's nothing that's more precious than someone-who-loves-you's kiss.
It matters little words you say, times 'coming through the rye, ' (2)
But if a stranger finds herself some shelter in your sigh,

I trust you'll find life's good my friend, with little fear of dying!
Hazard guess breeze finds your back without you even trying.


Brian Johnston
13th of August 2018

Poet's Notes:
(1)There are actually seeds that must be frozen and other seeds that must be burned by fire before they will ever germinate and grow. Nature is amazing!
(2)A song based on a poem "Comin thro' the Rye" by Robert Burns that I treasure from my youth:

"If a Lassie meets a Laddie coming through the rye,
If the Laddie kiss the Lassie need the lassie cry;
Every Lassie wants a Laddie, none they say have I:
Yet all the lads they smile on me a'coming through the rye."

Burns modernization by Brian Johnston