Garden Moods

Our garden is a tapestry
Of fragile, fay pastels
Woven on a giant loom
Where the rainbow fairy dwells.

Our garden is a bright, hooked rug
Spread out beneath the sky
Where lovely blossoms nod their heads
To let the breeze sail by.

Our garden is a patchwork quilt
Of lavender and blue
With appliqued forget-me-nots
That make a dream come true.

The third in a series of the great-grandma’s poems.

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