SOLITUDE IN THE GARDEN
As I sit here
So quiet and so still,
I take the chance
To look my fill.
Beautiful blossoms perfume the air
And trees stretch tall and green;
A delicate drop of sun peeks through
To complete this enchanting scene.
With a gentle nudge
I move the swing
And listen to the birds’
Sweet songs they sing.
Time drifts by on a butterfly’s wing
As a soft breeze begins to blow,
And, although I come here often,
For now it’s time to go.
-- Vanessa Sgroi, 1996
*Painting By Susan Tsoupakis, 2003
Stories By Vanessa