Her garden

Just words

                                            Her garden

I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and her natural herbs.

We would talk of Dryden, Donne and Ben Jonson.

She told me often, "my garden is like my children, Always needing fresh water and concern.

We must adore the days of the blooming flowers and the laughter of our children.

I believe she knew I adored her.

We allowed our words and our friendship to expand.

I became part of her garden.

                            Johnnie/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[sette]

wow john donne, ben johnson and dryden all romanticists, now friend i should not wonder where you get that romantic feelings when you write all these poems... i am happy that he is a part of the garden which means he has the chance to be nurtured and loved as well, every person's dream but some are not so lucky while others are lucky enough. Cheers to love... nice writing my friend as always

[Coyote Poetry]

Cheers, back to you and thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[sette]

hahaha.. you are too nice my friend

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

And the love and beauty of your soul enriched that garden with incomparable love and freedom for dreams to yet come true- beautiful - 🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes you are right and thank you dear Kelly for reading and the comment.

[Dinesh Kumar]

Nice poetry really enjoyed reading

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[θεά]

This is one of your lovelier poems. A woman, a nurturer, a possible muse and one who came onto cherish you in her garden. Beautifully rendered, John.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Mallika. I appreciate the kind words.