forsythia in bloom
throwing open
the proverbial garden gate
Welcome, Welcome
The Formal Garden
fall has taken
most of her flowers
but not her elegance
The Threshold Needs No Gate
the green archway
an invitation to
the flowering realm
Old Structures Reminisce
behind the arbor and gazebo
berries blush recalling
memories of summer kisses
She Persists
the celebratory nature
of the garden persists
despite winter’s imposed dormancy
The Winter Garden
neither
cold nor dormancy
stills the enchantment
Still Being With Her Whilst She Is Gone
Jane’s
rose arbor
in the afternoon
Arbor Ador
aged arbor
speaks to me
of countless happy times
The Spot
the arbor
saving our place
through the long winter
Eager to Work
stalled by a cold snap
the red rake
by the arbor waits