When the gardener has gone this garden <br />Looks wistful and seems waiting an event. <br />It is so spruce, a metaphor of Eden <br />And even more so since the gardener went, <br /> <br />Quietly godlike, but of course, he had <br />Not made me promise anything and I <br />Had no one tempting me to make the bad <br />Choice. Yet I still felt lost and wonder why. <br /> <br />Even the beech tree from next door which shares <br />Its shadow with me, seemed a kind of threat. <br />Everything was too neat, and someone cares <br /> <br />In the wrong way. I need not have stood long <br />Mocked by the smell of a mown lawn, and yet <br />I did. Sickness for Eden was so strong.<br /><br />Elizabeth Jennings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-garden/
