Window to eden
From the perch of a shadowy gazebo
I am rewarded with a glimpse of Eden.
Though it is not yet spring,
clusters of lantanas and roses rejoice
in the embrace of an unclouded sun;
they have never been cursed by winter’s grasp.
A fountain flows into lilies robed in purple,
and the dappled fins of koi flicker
scattering the pool’s surface into a million rings.
Flakes of food sprinkle from a lone steward’s hand,
but the koi swim on, unaware
of the bread waiting above.
Nicole Hirt is a writer studying English and creative writing at Palm Beach Atlantic University. Her poems and prose have appeared in various issues of Living Waters Review. In her free time, she enjoys wandering cemeteries, much to the confusion of the general public.