Suzanne’s Garden – by Will Walker
After dinner they walked into the garden.
They sat among the ghosts, so many,
as twilight settled on the arbor.
Silence blossomed. Sadness opened
like a bright anemone in his heart,
a sweet sorrow, the knowledge of so many stories
unfolding in the dark. Where to start,
except to describe the fragrance,
so many lovers, parents, neighbors,
lifelong friends, a cavalcade, a muted musical review.
Voices without words, recollections of essence,
a white dress, a smokey voice, so many moments
of laughter, such a long separation. But the dead
were with them now, so many friendly presences,
hovering, almost close enough to touch.
They talked over the silence while it hummed,
a subtle harmony, the language of the flowers, stirring
in the gathering dark. In the silence, they blessed them all..