[via Midnight Musings]

The Garden

May weather, fairest weather -
Making way for humid June
Ever closer, still together
Planting love beneath the moon.

Sunshine ripens the juicy blooms
Of a newfound seedling, but once done
From its natural run, her rays
Glare down meanly.

Time and time they say, they say
Allows the heart to wander -
Or perhaps it's wonder away
To another day where I grow not fonder?

Summer days fall out of place
When his face she cannot see
Thorns and weeds and ivy leaves bloom
Where roses used to be.