Come to the quiet

Come to the quiet
of our garden

the delight
of our love

(& labor)

Come to the quiet
where fantasy might call

trumpeting unexpectedly

the umbra steed unbridled

every sound might be song

.... every leaf a wing....

Every color a reminder
of what we have known

good times and bad blurred
into one glorious gallop

from one hue to another
each in turn
an eternity

to explore
inside out
and bloom

blending and bending every rule
as the breeze plays thoughts

and sunshine shimmers- glows
in greens and golds

poem & picture copyright ©2008 Anne Selden Annab
The Fairy Garden Poems # 26