Come into the Garden

Through darkened eyes

I can see

the breeze,

the movement of the trees

and watch

the roses' scent, as it

meanders through the air.

The children's playful giggles

gives form

to their sunlit games.

I glimpse

the movement of a frog

by the lily pad, and

focus on those quiet ripples

from the golden flash

upon the pond.

I may peer

at the insects in the grass

(if I choose),

or scrutinize

the owners of the birdsong.

The memories and sounds combine

through darkened eyes -

a garden in my mind.