Tree Peony Photo by Jennifer Rotermund |
In The Garden
Ever in the garden, my soul is given rest
Like a newly feathered chickadee, still swaddled in its nest
All around green cedar trees, with rugged trunks of grey
Hide secrets of the chestnut squirrel that sometimes comes to play
The blurry haze of irises, the bluest kind of sky
And purple painted peonies illuminate the eye
Scarlet headed dahlia, white roses on the gate
Fading now at evening as the warm sun does abate
The lushest scent of rich brown earth – my garden, calm and sweet
Safe harbor from a hectic day, this arboreal retreat
By Lake Forest Park resident Cynthia Sheridan
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