The old gate

coming upon the old gate
Well-used and well worn
A portal to a secret garden
Made more beautiful by a dawn
Sky above so peaceful
An Expression Of love and care
That Resolutely stands fast
In the morning air

Harbouring many lichens
Adorning the old wood
With wild plants all around
The picture’s understood
By those with eyes to wonder
The unflagging efforts here
The staunchness of the moment
Creates a tiny tear

A soft and rolling simple pearl
Made to sparkle by the light
A certain credibility
A reason to invite
Others to this secret place
Evidence of the fae
And honestly Perfection
In the cool light of the day.

Poem inspired by a post on a new friends page
Ewa Oscarsdotte

Its lovely to know you and be asked to be your friend