The naked truth of trees in winter
Is marking curves of the garden lanes.
They're not adorned - just woven pattern
With arching bridge in a metal lace
The pond beneath is still and waiting
For a tender touch of a warming breeze
To liberate the sleeping beauty
That's hidden deeply underneath
The sculptures are on guard forever...
They look in peace with winter cold.
Eternal wisdom, strength and courage
Are captured in a shining mold.
The winter sketch of the Boston Gardens
On city canvas comes alive,
When all the details seen together -
That History and Nature sign...
The Boston Gardens Winter Sketch
© Copyright: Ольга Мотиенко, 2013
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