Looking down along the garden path
a smell of fresh cut grass lingers,
tagetes line up like toy soldiers
watching you brush your hair with tiny fingers.
White doves land with fluttering wings
frequenting the lofty cote in blazing heat
I see you walk along the crazy path,
I hear the patter of your graceful feet.
To our love seat you softly glide
under the fully clothed weeping willow tree
how I long to touch your hair, kiss your lips again
like those endless times you shared with me.
I look again and you’re not there
Just a leafless tree, a frosty grass
the silent doves, an empty seat
I think about the times gone past.
One day we’ll meet again I know
in another world I’m told
where nature blooms forever more
for you and I death will have no hold.
© D Marsden 2019
Dave's blog 