Friday, 18 April 2014

And The Bees Are Glad




A cataclysm of luminous gaiety
gilds the lea with joy -
I smile -
my heart is stilled and warmed

Like the languid sun that hides
behind fair weather clouds
I am weakened in awe

But my spirit has risen
with the spring wind
and taken flight

And the bees are glad
©Rose

Thursday, 10 April 2014

Romance, Romance ...



...wherefore art thou Romance
if not alive in the heart of man
where dost thou hide
could thee be buried betwixt
the yellowed leaves of an olde novel
or lie thee brittle and fragile
amongst the shallow lines
of a paperback book
pray that it not be
that man has laid thee 
there to rest
let that not be the
 saddening truth
Alas! what fate man has
bestowed upon thee!
how shameful to be so
forsake!
 would that it not be so...
but that thou beest in
the melody of the dewy dawn
 in the sonnet of hues at sunset
 in the poetry of the pure pearly moon
or 
that thou hath concealed thyself 
in the petals of a rose
tenderly pressed to lovers' lips..
Romance, art thou sleeping there
waiting for love to awaken thee
with a kiss
©Rose 

Friday, 4 April 2014

I, Dandelion

Avid gardeners cuss and frown upon me
Some eat my leaves, slightly bitter but tasty
Others dry my roots for a heart-warming tea
With flowers I welcome the cute honey bee
(So, there is more to me than the weed you see)
My colour is so yellow, beautiful and bright
I've been likened to a little kiss of light
I am no posh rose nor graceful daffodil
But I still look sweet upon a windowsill
 ©Rose

Thursday, 3 April 2014

Sahara Dust Cloud

 a dark empty sun
like a talisman it hangs
sahara dust cloud
©Rose