My dear,
I know I promised
a rose garden,
A foolish offer considering
Thumb lacking
that verdant hue…
So follow me, if you will,
around this bend
and I’ll watch the sun set with you
Down this path bathed in red and gold
Trodden by so many lovers
Like we, they started as friends
There it is up ahead,
between the golden gates
Here at the end.
Like most people, we enjoy a walk in the woods.
I love your sketchbooks!