In the summer she paces on the promenade, <br />Among the blooms of the enclave, of the garden. <br />She gazes on the distant grasses of the glen, <br />Walking in the breezes of cool, fragrant shade. <br /> <br />And when perfumes of the park flow through her hair, <br />She pines for the dark and a kiss beneath the fronds. <br />In the sanctuary of the vast, marble square, <br />She roves among the lilacs, and the blue, scented ponds. <br /> <br />Her heart is liberal, she is courteous and kind. <br />The garden's blooms entrance her eyes, and fill her mind <br />With dreamy thoughts of night, and boons of the season. <br /> <br />She strolls in the moonlight, consumed with only love. <br />She sings to the blue jays in the tall trees above. <br />And she lauds God alone, the crown of her reason. <br /> <br />~ John Lars Zwerenz<br /><br />John Lars Zwerenz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lady-of-the-garden/
