A Beautiful Life

by Ben Pickard   Oct 20, 2020


Marigolds were yours.
Hyacinths were mine.
We shared the hills and mountaintops
And elderberry wine.

Dreams were never false.
Nightmares never stalked.
And when our love discovered us,
Its tongue was never forked.

Swathes of beauty reigned.
Shadows lost their form.
The sun would shine all through our lives
Before the break of dawn.

But now the winter comes,
Where beauty yet is found.
We need to understand that life
Can thrive beneath the ground.


Ben Pickard 2020


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  • 1 month ago

    by Brenda

    Ben, I truly love your poems. You take nature and relationships and blend them seamlessly. Well done sir!

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