Gardens

Under a pinus radiata
where the rhododendrons
grow

our love flourished
sickened expired.
In the scented eucalypt

grove we exchanged vows
I wove you foolish daisy chains
we kissed and giggled

in the loud aviary
our love more gorgeous
and bewitching than the

bright macaws. You grew sick
your sunlight waned
I stroll alone

throw a gold coin
in the ornamental fountain
wish so much for you.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist