|The Garden Gate
|You who walk,
With troubled thoughts,
Come, enter here, and rest;
May the sweet serenity of growing things,
And the heavenly peace they bring,
Be mirrored in thy soul.
-- Doxis Palmer
|Today, the world seemed cruel, but evening hours
Were filled with perfume from forgotten flowers.
I saw again familiar filigree
Of moonlight through my lilac tree.
I heard the robins stirring in their nest,
And saw the path that fairy feet had pressed;
Reflected stars were in my garden pool;
On my face the breeze was kind and cool.
The silence seemed to speak, my head was bowed,
Then ramblers that had grown into a cloud
Lifted my eyes that, tear-washed, now could see
The beauty that today was lost to me.
-- Eva Sparks Taylor
|When a gauzy, purple butterfly softly tilts a golden flower,
Its cool wings ease the summer sun, as laughter soothes a troubled hour.
-- Courtney Cottam
|Welcome to my garden, come and sit with me,
We'll wile away the hour with talk and spearmint tea.
Come back again another day, early, noon or late;
You'll always be as welcome as the flowers at my gate.
-- Nancy Brister
|On garden path, in sheltering hedge,
In treetops dark and cloudless sky,
The evening birds awake to life,
To stir, to sing and upward fly.
And flowers, warm with summer heat,
Expand to greet the softened light,
And shed, to show their gratitude,
A fragrance in the summer night.
-- Edwin Proctor
|The golden sun has gone, the busy day is done.
Twilight has come and, with it, peace draws near
To visit for an hour within my garden walls,
While, in the sky, the first bright stars appear.
-- Marie Nettleton Carroll
|My garden is at peace tonight, a cooling mist blows o'er the wall;
And strangely lonesome in the night, comes a mockingbird's faint call.
-- Edwin Proctor
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