The moon shines bright on the scattered crumbs of cake,
the orange melon slices glow,
sweet jewels nestled in wet grass.
Fireflies weave in and out of the stars,
drunk on the smell of honeysuckles and wild roses
and, beneath it all,
the musky, damp river smells are rising
up from the earth
as she breathes
a sigh of relief.
I water the garden, slowly,
while you gather flowers.
The shadows of the trees embrace us.
a poem by Lauren Kindle
“Memory of a Garden Party” (2) gouache on envelope
“Memory of a Garden Party” (3) gouache on envelope
“Memory of a Garden Party” (4) gouache on envelope
More poems I have written:
Roman Moon (and other poems from Italy)