"My garden -sketch" 8x10 Acrylic, ink and pastel on paper
by Terrence L Cope "click for larger image"
Petals of iron-rust and verdi, water falls down velvet sleaves
Swaying fro in winter’s breeze which dances with the dark knight
My garden rests atop a hill and echoes through the evening still
while dew drops rest where spiders build webs of silver moon light.
Artists scream apocalypse on building brick and metal rails
Desperadoes seeking canvas nails that lie scattered in the shadows
A path alights with fireflys to guide us up the sandy knoll
The cat that sits in ambush knows the mystic of this moon-white glow
Don’t be afraid, come my love,Take my hand,I’ve things to show
A moon above the sky below and I’ll teach you how my garden grows.