Secret Garden

Secret Garden

Silent,
the children,
disappeared now,
hiding in their secret places.

So swift,
all our childhoods,
snatched suddenly away.

Only the echoes remain,
clinging like birdsong to branches,
fading slowly,
as an ever more distant past
trickles like water or sand
through the open
net of our clutching hands.

6 thoughts on “Secret Garden

  1. Roger:

    ‘…clinging like birdsong to branches…’

    This is worth the price of admission.

    Chuck

    On Tue, Jun 27, 2017 at 7:28 AM, rogermoorepoetdotcom wrote:

    > rogermoorepoet posted: “Secret Garden Silent, the children, disappeared > now, hiding in their secret places. So swift, all our childhoods, snatched > suddenly away. Only the echoes remain, clinging like birdsong to branches, > fading slowly, as an ever more distant past trickles like” >

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