My path has led me to this garden gate,
As through this world of weeds I make my way,
And I have paused, set down my weary weight
To contemplate these garden blooms in May.
Inviting roses beckon me inside,
Down winding walks, I wind my way along,
Partaking of perfection set aside
In gardens grown through love of common song.
Poetic voices harmonize as one,
As unseen muses tend each precious tune,
I find my journey’s end has just begun,
And so, refreshed, continue on to June.
A respite for my soul: the world will wait,
As I meander through this garden gate.