The Gardener Poem by B.M. Gray

THE GARDENER


I'm sitting on the bench, where I once sat with you,
The first faint gleam of dawn has brought the morning dew
Rain falls like tears from wind tossed skies
On violets of blue, reminding me of the colour of your eyes.

The garden mourns, for the gardener is lost
Like the dead summer flowers turning to compost,
Life without you is like a flowerless spring,
I feel like a little bird that can no longer sing.

White garlands of lace trim the edge of the fence
As the clematis blooms and I smell it's sweet scents,
A butterfly softly tilts a flower,
The village clock chimes out the dawning hour.

My thoughts are sad as the March winds sigh
Two years ago today we said goodbye
The gardeners time had come
His life with me was done.

You made our garden a sweeter place
And it always puts a smile on my face,
Me without you now we have parted
Has left me lonely and broken hearted.

Everything's shooting up again
Through the sorrow and the pain
The garden has a new beginning
The flowers you planted are still living.

A flame of hope flutters gently in my heart
A little bud appears, and pushes the earth apart
It is green and bright with life anew
It is coming back to life for you.

And then I begin to realize that you are not gone
And your spirit is still living on,
We can meet every hour of every day
For you have not wandered far away.

I can see you in the daffodils you planted for the spring
In the tree of blossom where the birds sing
In a rosy sunset and the gentle summer rain
You're in my heart always and in our garden once again.