by the balustrade
I behold the gravel path below
carved crystal cylinders sing
carnations and chrysanthemums
crimson hues cry gold-
en leaves from trees.
Fountains spray rain-
bows on violets and jasmine
a cockatiel squeals
trilling a procession of marble queens
royalty attired not so fine as peacocks'
plumage nor so much as sparkling jewels.
I see you in the shadow of the maze
you're not alone and although I can't see
her, your body croons so much
beseeching her with madrigal feats.
Our little girl in a golden swing winds
wide and wider circles with her feet
while she warbles words of a king named
Kubla Khan with silver notes swayed sweet.
In Xanadu did he betray a wife's rhapsody
And fall for the romance of a courtesan's
(c) Gay Reiser Cannon * 2011 * All Rights Reserved
My photos from Les Jardins du Luxembourg - Paris - 2009
Dans Le Jardin by beachanny