A Walk Through the Garden

At dawn this bright I was aware,
As I walked down a garden fair
Watching those vivid marigolds
Dazzling and intense in their mould
And went I up at the garden path
I preferred the damp earth to my cottage’s lath
Buoyant birds swarmed my path way
As they weaved their oracles of the following day
And ensued the morning bustle over again
In me I felt my anxiety drain
Drenched was I in peace and love
As if heaven had landed from up above
Above me was Earth’s exquisite mate
The mirror that reflected the day’s fate
Startling grey and glossy blue
Smeared the space’s shadowy view
And tangled in their joy the marigolds were
As I walked past the garden fair.