Garden Poems
My Garden—like The Beach -
by Emily Dickinson
My Garden—like the Beach—
Denotes there be—a Sea—
That's Summer—
Such as These—the Pearls
She fetches—such as Me
Midnight Blooms
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a very enthusiastic gardener, who loved being surrounded by beauty,
Like the songbirds that visit cherry trees, with a taste for something fruity.
I adored the familiar blooms, but held a fascinated interest in the unusual,
And I engaged in interesting conversations, about each exotic rare jewel.
My emerald garden was a large one, and it was almost completely sunny,
Like pearly smiles that come so easily, whenever something seems funny.
My job allowed me to work from my home, and this granted flexible hours,
......
Lavish Lilacs
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Deep purple passion, green garden glory, with a scent remarkably rich,
Like the haunting, full October moon, that hardly ever fails to bewitch!
Lilac lovely, violet and voluptuous, in gilt daytime, and evening's ease,
When soon cosmic skies are colored, like rubies, cardinals and cherries.
Admired like amethysts, or glistening grapes, or plump, plentiful plums,
Or like beauty marching down every lane, to a beating of festal drums!
Lilac like lavender, spreading redolent secrets, over scenic, sunlit miles,
Until sangria nights of fuchsia fervor, and fiery, shooting star projectiles.
A Walk in the Garden
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
A walk in the garden, with a pretty parasol,
A walk in pink blooms, near the terrace wall,
A walk in the sunshine, in high heel shoes-
Among gold, crimson peaches creams and blues.
A walk in the garden, silk dress and makeup,
Like sunset hues, calling for night to wake up.
A walk in beauty, in pretty high heel shoes,
And every direction I turn, the scent issues!
Window of Spring
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
spring kitchen, sunny
a bowl of lemons and limes
light trails yellow walls
cardinals in trees
violets on window sill
views of green garden
magnolia days
come waltz into spring beauty
......
The Garden Wall
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The blue jays are converging, at the top of the garden wall,
Singing their new old songs, in the young days of summer,
And spell-casting sluggish heat, holds all in a dreamy thrall,
Until dazzling golden skies, have darkened to a rich umber.
The blue jays meet there daily, in a big conference of colors,
Warbling their joys and concerns, amongst the hued blooms,
While red butterflies attend other gatherings, at other hours,
In the lemony air of sunny days, redolent in spicy perfumes.
Gone
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
into blue gardens
spurred by the beckoning sun
and fragrant lovelies
hydrangea bliss
too long gone, forget me not
sapphire cornflowers
songs through the grapevine
and irises navy blue
......
Flowers Still Have Power
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
joy in the garden
among peach, reds, plums and green
peace and beauty rose
cherry blossom scents
sweethearts in the blue lilies
cat frisks with daisies
in reddish sunset
orchids of many colors
......
Midnight Blooms
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a very enthusiastic gardener, who loved being surrounded by beauty,
Like the songbirds that visit cherry trees, with a taste for something fruity.
I adored the familiar blooms, but held a fascinated interest in the unusual,
And I engaged in interesting conversations, about each exotic rare jewel.
My emerald garden was a large one, and it was almost completely sunny,
Like pearly smiles that come so easily, whenever something seems funny.
My job allowed me to work from my home, and this granted flexible hours,
......
Lavish Lilacs
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Deep purple passion, green garden glory, with a scent remarkably rich,
Like the haunting, full October moon, that hardly ever fails to bewitch!
Lilac lovely, violet and voluptuous, in gilt daytime, and evening's ease,
When soon cosmic skies are colored, like rubies, cardinals and cherries.
Admired like amethysts, or glistening grapes, or plump, plentiful plums,
Or like beauty marching down every lane, to a beating of festal drums!
Lilac like lavender, spreading redolent secrets, over scenic, sunlit miles,
Until sangria nights of fuchsia fervor, and fiery, shooting star projectiles.
