His Perfect Path: Erodium
His Perfect Path: Erodium
The pampas tufts have long been
forever the tree casts a shadow now that all have come home
the childrens’s swings in the yard now still
now is ever and ever
when father arrives home through the gate
eternal is the white fence and the grey slate
upon which fern and trellis uphold Erodium and Myscanthus in the late afternoon.
How the sun leans against the western face alighting
two windows peering, eyes upon day’s ebbing gleam and the happy home
turns gold with pink geranium trailing in bursts of symmetrical gladness
on the little porch where they belong
I wonder at His perfect path
of flagstone meandering down the lane
hedges saluting honoring the way to the willow
and the flowerings perennial
Related Topics