In my friend’s garden
there are always flowers
every time of year,
and birds at the feeding box
her husband built.
The years go on;
we are all getting older.
Looking out across her lawn
over the descending hill,
I’m grateful to still visit.
A Quadrille for dVerse, 44 words (minus title) which must include some form of ‘flower’: Quadrille #241.
(Photos all taken in Lancia and Ern's garden; just a few of the many over the years.)
