Within the Vine

Alone

But not alone

As clouds dance across blue sky

Sunbeams chase shadows

Lizards seek warmth

Pobblebonks call from their pond

Birds busy in the day

The house dogs lead me

Through their garden

I find a rose, almost perfect

Fallen too soon from its bush

Only a few rain-stained petals

To spoil the perfect bloom

I carry it with me

When I find the bench

I know

Though a stranger to this idyll

It’s where you would sit with me

Together

You and I

As so many times before

In gardens gorgeous

I place the rose next to me

Sitting there as Peace

Trickles down

In honour of our Love

I stay a while

Then moving on

Alone

But not alone

I carry still

The Love we grew

The Love that grew us

The Love that yet lives

That perfect bloom

I leave the rose

An offering on the altar

Of what might have been

Words and Pictures © Denise Stanford 2013

Thank you Bungawarrah.

~ by Denise Within the Vine on 05/11/2013.

Posted in Encouragement, Garden, Grief, Inspiration, Treasures of Darkness