Touching childhood memory of spending time in Grandmother's garden.

It is a poem that reminds me of my own way of wandering into our garden and ruminating on the beauty of nature.
This frees-style composition is evocative of the sight and smell of New England lilacs. I can feel the coolness of May when flowers bloom.

The little girl's love of nature comes through in the lines,
"Every year as a little girl,
I'd spend hours in the garden"

Lines have a great rhythm and I can read them aloud and enjoy it. Apt word-choices draw me in.

Imagery is sensory. It appeals to the eye, the ear and touch.

Write on!


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