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A Garden Of Long Ago
 
I step out into the morning sunlight.
Birdsong fills the perfumed air.
Roses caress my rusted arbor.
Ivy trails high without a care.

A pair of bluebirds bathe quietly
In a pool left by last nights showers.
Discarded petals carpet the path
Shed by the early spring flowers.

Tulips are flourishing, they're at their best,
A rainbow of colors, pastel perfection.
Golden forsythia, almost too lovely,
And red bud, a glorious selection.

I've walked along these garden paths,
All these many years, and it seems,
The lilac hedges, the climbing rose,
Are even more beautiful in my dreams.

I awake suddenly, to a frosty morning.
The lawn still guards patches of snow.
My eyes are dimmed by welled-up tears
Remembering a garden of long ago.

By Mariannajo

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