That capture moving rhythms-- colour-filled
Expressions-- budding, bursting full and bright
With pulsing life force vibrant, pure, distilled
Into a figure: nature's fairest rose.
A blossom crowned with glory-- filled with fame
That bridges ages past to those more close--
As petals bend to trumpet loud the name
Amidst the crowd. A moment passes-- hush--
With tender homage paid by rev'rent lips
Caressing nature-- springtime's gentlest blush
Arrayed-- a fragrance breathed in hearty sips.
It stands majestic, proud and tall in bloom
So frail, yet strong-- one rose can fill a room.
1 comment:
Erica, I never knew you were a poet--very impressive. I also didn't know about your blog until just recently and love reading it. Call me to chat sometime or you are welcome to come over anytime.
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