Great-Grandmother’s Rose Trellis



Passing a newly painted trellis,

wild roses clinging to each square,

an old-world fragrance

perfumes the vaporous air.

In a pampered garden,

grow deep purple pansies and scarlet geraniums.

Bonnets of sweet peas

stretch toward a late summer sun.

The gazebo, entwined by morning glories,

offers rain-washed benches.

We bite into fresh-picked green apples.


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I feel like I’m there, in the garden. Your images are calm and serene, clear in creating the vision, and beautiful, as well. I can taste the apple… as I gaze on this beautiful sight. Wonderful poetry!

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