Like The Garden

How like the garden
I have become,
Wind tossed
Limp and leaning,
The odd moment
Of coloured distraction
Lending relief.

And yet within
The still glimmer of life
That does not prompt 
The question
Is anybody there?

Forever ringing 
The bells of memory,
To recall times
Now just remembered
With affection,
That were in themselves 
Sublime.

JL August 1st. 11:01