Planting Memories

Planting Memories

By Sis Unsworth

The harvest moons reflecting light, enhanced the summer flowers,

a basket & a window box, still moist from evening showers.

He sighed and smelt the rich perfume, while memories did race,

back to the time, not long ago when they first came to this place.

Old age had come, their garden gone, a small flat gave them hope,

A basket and the window box they felt they both could cope.

They planted seeds and bulbs for spring with purple winter heather, 

and reminisced of times gone by, their garden gone for ever.

The spring bulbs had long since gone, his thoughts could now recall.

The summer plants cascading down, against the plain brick wall,

The basket and the window box, had made the flat their own,

It gave purpose to each day, to see how it had grown.

The spring and summer plants she’d loved, they had both seen together,

But, now he knew she’d never see the purple winter heather.

The winds of change had touched again, the fragile life they’d known.

The basket and the window box, next year he’d plant alone.

Copyright Sis Unsworth