Repose

Ten Things of Wonder: Poem VI

Repose

Beyond the glass pane, blurred

by rain and age, the sun-dappled

garden winds into surprise. There

the scarlet peony races in a dead-heat

competition with the sweet, wild rose,

and the lilac remains one lap ahead of the

honeysuckle. Swans glide at sunset and

the succor of serenity is as sweet and soft

as twilight’s misty twinkle. This—

the evening cool—is called new day.

The sacred hour selected to walk with the Gardener

alone—just two entwine in embrace down the pathway—

while the velvet white

lilies lean their heads into the dusky

sky and cast their fragrance before their footprints.

 

~Bonnie Saul Wilks


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