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

Sahara Dust Cloud

 a dark empty sun

like a talisman it hangs

sahara dust cloud

©Rose

Little Green Apples

Under a dappled sky

the smell of promising rain

permeates jaded thoughts

on the little mound of soil

under the apple tree

The wings of a parakeet

agitate the leaden air

stirring the branches

above the little parasol 

of emerald shade

There forbidden fruit

coyly hide beneath 

green leaves, waiting

patiently to harvest

their rosy blushes

from the gentle kisses

of the summer sun

ⒸRose

 

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

Butterfly

she spreads her beauty

between pale green leaves

harlequined with sun

©Rose