Baby Girl guarding her woods.The Woodland Garden
The Spring green
is the garden canape.
The days of light rain
fungi and moss rise
from the garden floor.
Nature's ferns and flowers
peep through leaves
to welcome the sunshine.
A rainbow promises
future displays
throughout the seasons
in The Woodland Garden.
Poem & photos (c) by Mary Nida Smith
My garden is one-third of an acre.
4 comments:
A beautiful poem, your woodland garden is an oasis from life's distractions and the picture of Baby Girl was extra sweet. I miss my sassy red headed friend, but I know she is guarding God's gardens now.
Missy, thank you for your kind words. I too, miss my friend, Baby Girl. In heaven she has no pain. Have a special week.
Nice poem, Mary. This is the first time I've seen a photo of your Baby Girl. Sweet.
Thank you Kerri. Baby Girl has visit my blogs before. She has many stories to share that can help other dachies and their new parents. Some day she may have her own blog.
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