Grandmother’s garden, a place of blooming peace

bouquets of memories, soothing peace



Antique roses and honeysuckle vines, my favorite scent

tended with aged hands and unassuming peace



When cool winds blew each year and blossoms faded

smoke and spice filled the air, oozing peace



The essence of time recycling followed

no disappointment, no losing peace



A chance to begin again as seeds were sown

in that sloped meadow, choosing peace





photo: Pixabay



prompts: Poets on the Page, Five Minute Friday/Write 31 Days, WP Daily Post