New Poem: The Pavilion

Since April is National Poetry Month, I am taking time to write some new poems. One day I stopped by the Birmingham Botanical Gardens to walk around and find some inspiration. When I sat down beneath the vines of this pavilion, a poem began to take shape. I scribbled some lines and went home to finish the poem.

The Pavilion

Who built this pavilion?

With no knowledge of my arrival,

Knowing full well that I would pass this way?

A quiet colonnade and stone walkway

Invite the traveler in.

Twisting vines form a refreshing cover

From the midday sun.

Who tended these vines,

With no knowledge of my arrival

Fully knowing that I would pass this way?

Wrens dart among the foliage.

A breeze carries the fragrance

Of blossoms celebrating a new day

As I rest upon the wrought iron bench.

Who fashioned this resting place

With no knowledge of my arrival,

Knowing full well that I would pass this way?

I breathe the sweetness of the day

Listening to the eager tales

Of springtime birds,

Surveying the vine-filtered sunlit scene.

Who formed this sunlight, this song, this fragrant air

With no knowledge of my arrival

Fully knowing that I would pass this way?

No magic could transport this day to another.

I can only write what I have seen this hour

With no knowledge of your arrival,

Knowing full well that your eyes will grace these pages.

                                                    ~ CK

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Photo: vine-covered pavilion at the Birmingham Botanical Gardens
Credit: Charles Kinnaird 


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