In a Night Garden

In a Night Garden

Morning will rise.
The eternal metronome, that measures
each beat of time will brook no pass
of perogative; ordained duty only
matters. The sweet jasmine of shadow
surrenders, always and forever,
to the morning glory.



About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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One Response to In a Night Garden

  1. Cubby says:

    “The sweet jasmine of shadow”…what a breathtaking phrase. Excellent poem!


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