My Secret Garden
From my window it's a distant blur
A patch of brackish green interrupting the view
Those rusty tops of old cedars at the bottom of the hill
But, here...inside I smile - breathe deep
And am re-assured they remain always...waiting
Walls of my castle, my fortress, my strength
My secret garden
One step inside, I'm safe
Safe to share and receive secrets
Soft scented needles under my feet
Leave no trace I was ever here
On my favorite rock
Among the crisp green briar and wild rose
Winding old grapes and honeysuckle
Listening to my heart
While my garden grows
©Donna Jones
Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2014
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