"If ever I am lost...
go down into the garden,
wander the paths of the boxwood labyrinth,
heed the melody of the lily's trumpet,
the tinkling of the coral bells,
follow the trail of peony petals, scattered like bread crumbs,
search among the low-hanging branches of the white pine, for I was born in a garden,
and it there that I shall return,
legs tangled up among the roots, forever pushing downward,
grace resurrected,
sustained by wonder, I am home.
the pansies smile through tears,
the willow weeps with joy,
the mantis sings a hymn of praise.
what once was lost is found again. "
excerpt from my book Pénombre
www.blurb.com/b/10224394-p-nombre
text and image © Anne Renée Silver, 2020
"If ever I am lost...
go down into the garden,
wander the paths of the boxwood labyrinth,
heed the melody of the lily's trumpet,
the tinkling of the coral bells,
follow the trail of peony petals, scattered like bread crumbs,
search among the low-hanging branches of the white pine, for I was born in a garden,
and it there that I shall return,
legs tangled up among the roots, forever pushing downward,
grace resurrected,
sustained by wonder, I am home.
the pansies smile through tears,
the willow weeps with joy,
the mantis sings a hymn of praise.
what once was lost is found again. "
excerpt from my book Pénombre
www.blurb.com/b/10224394-p-nombre
text and image © Anne Renée Silver, 2020