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…On Poetry and Fiction
Just “One Word” Away ("Gardens")
written by: Phyllis P. Colucci
One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Gardens”.
I heard the flowers in the gardens whisper and giggle as I skipped past them in an animated fashion. I saw the roses on the rosebush perk up and stare at me as I skipped farther along the path. I felt the grass sweep past my ankles as the summer breeze gently pushed it to and fro. The birds stopped by, as well, to cool off in the stone bird bath that stood erect in the center of the gardens; beneath the early morning sun. As I reached the end of the long winding path, there I found an herb and vegetable garden that filled the air with its aromatic scents. Such beauty, such innocence, such tranquility in the gardens that grow nature’s best.
If you listen and watch very closely, you’ll hear the gardens speak of love and life; of birth and death; of rebirth and reincarnation; and lastly, they will tell the story of a resurrection. The gardens are magical, spiritual and quite supernatural. They call out to us and invite us into their exterior and adventurous home - just to look, listen and observe. They encourage us to appreciate their power of life, death, and rebirth, as only the ever-changing seasons will allow.
On nature’s walk
The path is long
On nature’s walk
The path is winding
If you listen closely
You will hear the gardens speak
There will be whispers and giggles
From exotic colored flowers
Who watch as we skip past their home
There will be looks and stares
From majestic rosebushes
Whose secrets will come into view
There will be tickles and touches
From swaying blades of grass
As gentle breezes push them to dance
You’ll see birds on the bird bath
Herbs and vegetables galore
You’ll inhale the aromatic scents of the Gods
The gardens are alive
With beauty and innocence
So tranquil, so lovely, so bright
And they speak to us of love
Of life, birth and death
Reincarnation - and proof of a resurrection
The gardens are magical
The gardens are spiritual
Abundant in supernatural powers
They call out to us, and invite us in
To nurture, to look and to listen
They beg us to stay and observe them by day
As we continue down this wondrous path
...There will be many miracles to witness and see
...As only the ever-changing seasons will allow
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
The magic of gardens teaches us about life, love, nurturing, birth, death and rebirth. All we need to do is look, listen and observe, as we walk down the wondrous, winding paths of any garden. There you will find whatever nature and the ever-changing seasons will allow.
I retired from a Supervisory/Admin position with a Federal Law Enforcement agency in NYC, a few years back.
Presently, I am pursuing my passion for writing, and most of my writing has that New York edge.
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