Purple Lady Poetry

Let me be a garden at my end.
Colours in riot, blooming and new
Sharp shooting bulbs shouting joy of Spring
Foliage and flowers of every hue.

Let life fight for space and tumble free.
Let climbers climb and seek the light
With no thought for design or style.
Exultation at attaining height.

Dark spaces harbour not fear but life.
Jewel green moss with purple iris between.
In silence I wait for resurrection to come.
I wait for the life unseen.

I will be nourished by the rich brown earth
In a garden of love and light.
Where sun warms the ground and breeze blows free,
I endure for ever; always in your sight.