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"It is Quiet in the Garden..."
It is quiet in the garden.
The birds do not sing,
Roses with frost harden
With the death that they bring.
And I walk blindly in search of the spring.
Age remains with me:
An age I never will know.
Far horizons roll with the sea
Too soon comes winter’s snow
Where my spirit in wonder will go.
Ashes and dust--what was before,
Which seemed golden and bright.
Another time, perhaps it was more
Now faded from the shelter of sight.
Goodnight, my prince. Goodnight.
© 2020 Marten Hoyle
The birds do not sing,
Roses with frost harden
With the death that they bring.
And I walk blindly in search of the spring.
Age remains with me:
An age I never will know.
Far horizons roll with the sea
Too soon comes winter’s snow
Where my spirit in wonder will go.
Ashes and dust--what was before,
Which seemed golden and bright.
Another time, perhaps it was more
Now faded from the shelter of sight.
Goodnight, my prince. Goodnight.
© 2020 Marten Hoyle
Published 23rd Feb 2020
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24th Feb 2020 5:44am
This is beautifully written, winter is a great subject for remembrances..
