New garden

Faded is the day, the sun waves its goodbye
As in its hollow place between earth and sky
Under broken clouds they’re burnt red, risen the mist of beauty
Seasoned trees lay dreary, when brittle branches breach its summer glory
The soft wind pushes, carrying the scent of rain’s brew
Heaven looks as peaceful, as Eden a new

Like a flock of stringless pearls
You were made with poise and grace
Fasten with a masonry’s scale of perfection
Measured in senses, enticing my heart and view
Tense is my climatic state, exciting my bounds of our passionate muse
For each breath, I am grateful, each day I am new

Under these clouds, I brace, for those trees are my future
Chance a life times autumns to winters to ease through
What I have will carry me, as does the wind carries the news
I will be happy, Seeing life in its mist
Having her, and everything coming to bear.
Faded is the day, my garden new