locked gate to story of my heart
mystery key lost in forgotten location?
unlikely curio shop find
or hiding in silver trinket box
dusty yet so very precious
along overgrown passages of clinging ivy
green hiding the old iron lock
inside weeds choking dormant flowers
So I begin…
hands in dirt for want of tools
smelling sweet black earth
pen knife emerges from pocket as I check for Wick
can flowers be saved; or is it too late?
fittest will survive so weeds overtake
sunlight beams over garden walls
nourish roses, violets, and tulips
magic emerging at right time and place
as I love them so they are nurtured…
love in the secret garden.
(c) 2012 Amanda Wilson