A Visitor in My Garden (standard:poetry, 149 words)
Author: H	Added: Oct 17 2003	Views/Reads: 3064/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A poem about a man, and a woman who briefly enters his dismal garden home.

A Visitor in my Garden 

Someone passed my gate last night. 

I felt her shadow there. 

Some visitors are cruel, malicious. 

I told myself, beware. 

I sought her shadow, found her then, 

Beside the gate that led within. 

I found her where her shadow was, 

Asleep. The air was cold and thin. 

The visitors are rare these days, 

The garden fading now. 

There was a time when winter 

Never came, but now, the leaves don't grow. 

Usually I find no shadows, 

There being no sun to cast them down. 

But I saw, when the lady came, 

The dark form of her shadow shown 

The visitor would stay awhile 

If she didn't wake; I let her sleep. 

Even silent company 

Is more kind than none to keep. 

I walked away, but still watched her, 

Until she woke like dawn, 

Rose and looked around my garden, 

Sighed, and then moved on.


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