Secrecy and shady gardens

All those damning secrets buried in your garden….

Does it ever get lonely, watching the wildflowers wilt one by one?

Or do you revel in the secrecy?

Tongue tied, I am deciding to leave the enclosed stone wall

For a babbling brook, or ducks who arrive in Winter,

Or even a silver frosted forest.

I’d rather be shivering these days then keep warm

And pretend to know what flowers you like most.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.