The Marigolds

At dawn this bright I was aware,

As I walked down a garden fair,

Watching those vivid marigolds,

Dazzling and intense in their moulds.

And went I up at the garden path,

I preferred the damp earth to my cottage’s lath,

Buoyant birds swarmed my path way,

As they weaved their oracles of the day.

And ensued the morning bustle over again,

In me, I felt my anxiety drain,

Drenched was I in peace and love,

As if heaven had landed from up above.

Above me was Earth’s exquisite mate,

The mirror that reflected the day’s fate,

Startling grey and glossy blue,

Smeared the space’s shadowy view.

And tangled in their joy the marigolds were,

As I walked down a garden fair.

Copyright by Delilah Das