Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Boxwood, ferns

Boxwood, ferns
but not boxed in.
Bubbling fountain
free flowing, erotic.
Hibiscus, white and delicate
like supple skin.
Lush green fronds
of ferns, potted.
Ivy climbs up concrete blocks
as if to kiss the sky.
Gazing balls reflect
but yet distort
not true to the beauty
that flanks beside.
A cat outstretched
on a wooden bench
belly turned up,
tongue hanging down.
Round are rims
of concrete vase,
birdbath, pedestal
Platforms of grace
like the statues that
that tend court in the yard.
Archways rounded,
promising entry
Dentil molding
Pediment topped
finials to finish.
Romanesque romance
Vine winding
Flourishing venue
to a celebration of nature,
art and beauty. 
Copyright 2004 by
Phyl Johnson.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry 360 with permission of the author.


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