The Wheelbarrow
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
...after the watercolour by Hamid Saadati

Morning sunlight spills
onto the garden path,
creating shadow art.
soon the summer shall depart

The weary season sighs,
withdraws its warmth and breath.
the verdant leaves
begin to fade, too soon
will turn to russet, brown and gold
when autumn takes its windy hold

The garden slumbers, its bounty reaped,
an eerie stillness now pervades
no laughter from the children
where once they played

Just a wheelbarrow, rust-kissed and worn,
once heaped with compost
and rich dark soil,
a relic of its toil stands alone

For though the season's vibrant reign is done,
and whispers of the harvest fill the air,
the wheelbarrow stands, beneath the autumn sun,
a reminder of the joy that lingers there.



 

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