Sunday Poetry

Garden Delight

By Billie Daddario

Blue bells in spring

Black eyed Susan in summer

Delphinium In autumn fills the garden its true

Winter, you’ll find sweet alyssum.

The whole year through my garden is new.

Never a weed or a thistle

I stroll through the garden and find a delight

The roses have bloomed and they smell divine

In this fanciful feign my garden enchantment

Is perfect you see. I share it with no one

No one can see.

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