Garden

Garden
by
Peter K Bellville

I walked the garden on a moonlit night

Where flowers glowed in borrowed light.

The softness cast a bridal veil

O’re once bright bouquets quiet, and pale

Gathered for solemn nuptial vows

Beneath towering canopy boughs.

I blushed to think that my presence here

Might render the stillness dear.

A secret ceremony I would see,

If I would but watch reverently.

A yellow would a red rose wed

And the garden be their marriage bed.

So brief a union it would be.

Yet endure for all eternity.