Last night there was frost,
And today the moving van ramp slants across the chilly earth;
Hard times for a lady who loves her garden.
Last night the moon was full,
And today I trail vague dreams around the emptying rooms;
Missing already the touches and scents of my home.
I make a very poor gypsy,
Even more so because
You won't be coming with me.
I hate to leave my garden, and your memory ever blessed--
Annuals are pretty,
But it's perennials I love best.
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"And today I trail vague dreams around the emptying rooms."
ReplyDeleteThat's simply gorgeous!
A beautiful aubade for a lover
ReplyDeleteand for the summer months.
Love I have vague dreams around
emptying rooms.
Mama Zem and Cynthia, I'm pleased you liked this poem and that line in particular. I love to find out what part of a poem spoke most to a reader.
ReplyDeleteI think that everyone has had a "dream hangover", whether it be dreams in the night or life dreams. Even when they've lost their details, the emotions can stay.
:-)
Annuals vs. perennials...and the vague dreams you trail around the emptying rooms...hmmmmmm.....very nice stuff....
ReplyDeleteWelcome to The Word Garden, Dr. Jay! I'm glad you enjoyed this poem. :-)
ReplyDeleteWonderful, wonderful.
ReplyDeleteEach verse it's own little vignette.
I make a very poor gyspy, how great is that!
And thanks for stopping at my blog - just to let you know, I have my kelp imported fresh from Nova Scotia weekly.