Seclusion at Dawn

Secluded, appears  the garden at the Breath of dawn
Spun haze of lightest threads
Brush the skin webbed
Between pendulous leaves of towering summer growth,their arches Framing
Secret entries into hidden rooms;
Muted,the roses pop pastel dots like bunting draped with dropped confetti beneath,
Spilling over the abundance of fern green;
Statuesque,spires of hazy blue
Stand sentinel drawn through
Herbaceous plants juxtaposed
And still-
The mere breath of the wind
Is silenced and stilled.
Whispers of anticipation
Effervesce, mingling with the scent
Of honeysuckle and stocks
Residual and lingering in this
Place of solitude
Yet to be woken.

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