A Garden

We walk into the garden; 

we hide the blush from our cheeks as we smell the wilted roses. 

Our fingers stroke the thorns on their stems and kiss the petals that their ovaries made. 

We walk across the foliage of the soft soil 

and reached on our toes to eat the fruits that the barked trees gave us. 

We ate their fruits and caressed their leaves.

The garden smelled of fresh rain and velvet edged rose petals. 

The dew of garden’s earth 

helped moisten our dusted skin. 

Reviews

[khalid]

you have drawn a very nice image here. i like nature and garden is a sweet part of nature. i felt i was in a real garden while reading this. very nicely written..

[Rufus "Mr Blaque" Lacy,..]

Beautifully written, I love the imagery that you conveyed in the garden allowing me to picture the environment.

[Allycat]

I love how you worded this, it's beautiful. It flows so nicely and have amazing imagery, continue writing :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice description of the garden. I like the way you described the location and the flowers. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote