A Garden Locked

I wish to be a garden locked

the treasure and possession of my King

But a garden so beautiful

So full of fruits and flowers

So luscious and fruitful

that the branches of the trees

drape over the boundaries of the enclosure

and the vines climb over the wall

little flowers with deep roots

popping up at its base

and the scent of it's flowers and fruit

wafting out over the countryside

and the branches of the fruit trees

extending far and draping

nouring the wanderer with the o'er laden branches

Meditation on Song of Songs chapters 4 and 5

Beth Anne's Poetry