A very short poem about “gardening” to celebrate the start of Spring.

Brown eyes call me, the gardener,

To step upon the soft rose petal carpet of your soul,

Through gently opening doors,

A slow descent, your watering hole

 

Sprinklers rejuvenating foliage, ferns,

Intoxicating perfume of your inner world

Charms my soul’s depths within me

As your love unfurls.

 

Your rich resin, destiny’s incense,

From copious interactions of the senses,

Nature flows from floods intense

Seductive dance and trigger trance.

 

©Cre8ivation