Swinging On

The creaking swing 
in my garden
 once so lively
 has fallen silent.

Noisy and oscillating 
all through the evening.
the swing worked over time
when my kids were around.

 My heart swings with 
the thoughts present and past,
engaging in an introspection,
as i see her lying still.

Painted in deep green,
it falls in line with the lawn
 roses, hibiscus,  and jasmine 
dotted with crotons.

 Set under a canopy  of trees
the swing  goes on its own 
 recently,  gently with the breeze.
 violently with strong winds.