The Villa Gloria

By

Jan Cole

The Villa Gloria has lilac hedge surrounds

A foreign prompted memory in truth abounds

Reminding me on stay out here in distant land

That cherished love from past is still at hand.

High stone wall, inset with grey-blue gates

Echoes stems of lilac — this year flowering late

Encompassing a garden wild but with a friendly air

I sit outside and wish — if only I could linger there.

Amongst the lilac wild and blooming late

And climbing roses just inside the garden gate

To tarry here away from tests of life

And put aside the burden of worries causing strife.

I compose then hear the message as I write

The garden grows right here — in my imagination glowing bright

A place to take some time in every now and then

To restore my soul — when life prods at me again.

Prompted by a beautiful, wild, lilac hedge, which reminded me of the one

surrounding the house where I lived as a child.

Jan Cole