Yellow Is The colour

Yellow flowers

greet 
the rising sun

and 
become
 one

with the waxing moon.
 Long 
are the hours
of 
the torrid afternoon.

 A little 
torment
a little 
pain

of passion 
unspent.
Drenched 
in rain
 a potent soul
makes me whole
again
ⒸRose

The Spider and The Bee

She thought of him~

all night long

she spun a web of

her finest silk

and then

waited for him

She watched him~

all day long

she dreamed of him

her hero with

beautiful wings

The sound of him

hypnotised her

she rushed to meet him

shrouding him in sheets

of her finest silk

Now he was all hers

he had never noticed her

if only she had wings

she could fly with him

amongst the flowers

©Rose

Butterfly

she spreads her beauty

between pale green leaves

harlequined with sun

©Rose

Happy Flowers!

put your glad rags on
there'll be dancing in the streets
joie de vivre
© Rose