04-20-2023, 01:37 AM
Springtime at Giverny
As you lay in the quiet
of your cot did you dream
of her reborn at the spring
waking from the sanctuary
of her long winter sleep?
Hope she rose like the daffodil
with a green stretch and a yellow yawn
ready to don her bonnet; shrugging the dark
earth from the purple of her shoulders,
unfurling her petals with the crocus?
Then walk the garden to the fragrance
of first cut grass, her touching
the stable bloom of dogwood,
wild-white and cultured-pink, hearing
the breath of your young lover’s sigh
like the early bird song heard
on a dawn’s breeze through the cottage window.
But she was fragile
as the magnolia bloom with beauty
unable to survive beyond
the mildest spring storm.
Now she is only a memory lost
in the corner of a dusty dream
dreamt from beyond the grave.
As you lay in the quiet
of your cot did you dream
of her reborn at the spring
waking from the sanctuary
of her long winter sleep?
Hope she rose like the daffodil
with a green stretch and a yellow yawn
ready to don her bonnet; shrugging the dark
earth from the purple of her shoulders,
unfurling her petals with the crocus?
Then walk the garden to the fragrance
of first cut grass, her touching
the stable bloom of dogwood,
wild-white and cultured-pink, hearing
the breath of your young lover’s sigh
like the early bird song heard
on a dawn’s breeze through the cottage window.
But she was fragile
as the magnolia bloom with beauty
unable to survive beyond
the mildest spring storm.
Now she is only a memory lost
in the corner of a dusty dream
dreamt from beyond the grave.