SECLUSION
The rising sun abjures the night
and through the latticed canopy
its enfilading beams reach down
upon the node where paths reach out,
their filial ties in evidence.
This lonely spot
where natures trowel plants moss and fern
and couples meet in harmony
no adumbrations foul their love:
unseen, unheard in isolation.
Michael Edwards © November 2016
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Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another more serious one plus a another photo showing another corner in the garden and the entrance to the studio where I get my own seclusion..
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A fine write.
Very good write, those lonely spots can be beautiful.
The studio is where I escape from Strictly Come dancing - ah heaven!
Beautiful Michael
Both poem and view
Thanks PH - my little bit of England and another part of the wall which runs the width of the garden with house behind me as I took the photo if that makes sense. Not a large garden but very private and of a size to keep it always looking good - at present with a lovely display of tulips etc.
Looks lovely....
very nice I'll be over for tea!
and I'll read that fine poem again.ww
Tea will be served on the lawn with muffins don't you know.
A quiet place for art and the art of love. What more could a person want? A lovely garden and a lovely poem, perhaps the "node" where their "paths" cross? A terrific write. - Phil A.
Thanks Phil - its where I escape from the awful nonsense on TV.
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