A GOLDEN LIGHT

I step out into

the beautiful garden,

made aware of a

sense of solitude,

as the blackness of night

engulfs me in its hold.

Sheer instinct propels me

along the garden path,

as I'm piloted by

the vivid memory

of a thousand trips,

skipping lightly along

the flagstone steps,

past the giant old pine,

deep into the heart of

the picturesque garden,

the flowers dancing all day

to the wind's compelling tunes.

As I gaze backwards,

the lights of the house

beckon me invitingly.

Fragments of amber light,

illuminated in the darkness

make everything appear

warmer, richer, friendlier,

glowing with a radiance

that transforms the garden

into a most treasured spot,

timeless moments imbued

with vibrancy and charm,

inspiring warm feelings

of love and peace

within my heart.

As I leave the garden,

I am aware of the

lingering fragrance

of the pretty flowers,

dancing in the wind,

in the warm richness

of a deep golden light.

© MIRIAM JACOB