Close to my heart lives a garden that I tend,
Filled with lilac and rosebuds; perennials lush in each bend.
Each with a scent that tenders still as I touch
The sweet blossoms’ soul, the petals’ own blush.
My garden grows so close, that it catches each tear,
Then lifts, adores and sheds to all flowers near.
Life and Its’ rain drops flow with nourishing pour
As my garden is tended, near my Hearts’ gladdened core.
©2012 Linda Willows
(photo gratitude: Zohra Kalinkowitz)