
Photo: ‘In a Surrey Garden’ – WHB – 2012
The Darling Buds
Here in my quietly cherished garden,
Where golden flowers grow,
I love to linger long and taste
The flowers that I know.
But now around me where I see
The darling buds of roses,
They bring a powerful sense to me
Of life that decomposes.
Time has brought me to a point
Where life and love are frozen;
Where little I do has meaning, and
My future has been chosen.
For now I’m in a time cocoon
Where life has been suspended..
Where I can look but cannot see,
And reality has ended.
I think we all feel this just now. The garden has been a godsend too
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Yes, Maggie. Just had my breakfast in my garden. I think it’s best early and late – before and after it gets too hot.
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Rather sad
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Yes. Maybe. But better times ahead, Derrick.
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A sad piece, Roland, but you have a garden to bring you joy. I think many of us feel this way.
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True. Small, but enough to be invaluable. Thank you, Eugenia.
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