By Acabashi (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons
“And the secret garden bloomed and bloomed and every morning revealed new miracles.”
–Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
She opened the hidden gate,
eyes bright, but hands atremble
eager to discover treasures in a secret garden.
Greeted by scents of summer joy,
she tasted them, fresh and tender, green and bright.
She opened the hidden gate.
Digging here and there, uncovering roots and buds,
ensorcelled by the buzz of bees and trills of birds,
eyes bright, but hands atremble,
she pricked her fingers on thorns of roses,
saw flowers wondrous strange, she danced in delight,
eager to discover treasures in the secret garden.
This cascade poem is in response to Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt
This week’s words are: Open/Strange/Taste/Fresh/Tender