The garden gate
Flagstones snake through moss carpeted paths
and my body hovers above,
takes imaginary steps.
Enchanted memories
of garden alees,
Austen, Brontë,
wuthering
thoughts shake
me.
Flagstones snake through moss carpeted paths
and my body hovers above,
takes imaginary steps.
Enchanted memories
of garden alees,
Austen, Brontë,
wuthering
thoughts shake
me.