Inspired to Poetry

After watching the conclusion of Charles Dickens Bleak House on PBS Masterpiece Theater Sunday night, my friend Sandi sent an e-mail with this observation:

“I was thinking how garden scenes in Dickens always deal with love--the real and confessed love. Think of Pip and Estella in Great Expectations; every critical love conversation was held in a garden.”

Bleak House ended with a delightful garden wedding scene in the English countryside. On Monday, I was listening to Vivaldi’s The Four Seasons. Sandi’s observations and the music inspired this poem:

Love’s Garden
in four season

Amid tulip, daffodil and phlox
first love buds, springing new.
Discovering that honeysuckle kiss
embracing tight as Vine Rose

Amid daisy, lily and mint
lasting love renews, heart’s true.
Savoring that honeysuckle kiss
rooting firm as English Ivy.

Amid mum, aster, and sage
lost love forlorn, memories to mourn.
Longing that honeysuckle kiss
bracing for the Autumn storms.

Amid frost-frozen leaf decay
death takes love, bones bare.
Absent now that honeysuckle kiss
sealing life’s bliss in Winter’s snow.

Amid all flowers, plants and greens
God makes blossom love for all.
Creator of that honeysuckle kiss
His hand tills, Love’s Garden fills.