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

 

The Spider and the Moon

Time and death

are shadows,

emotional threads,

of thought

darker, emptier

than the 

shadows

they throw

A silent venom

that spins 

a web

weaving dreams

from moonbeams

that vanish

like dew

in the dawn

©Rose

Well Fair Summer farewell

Quote by John Keats:- "i almost wish we were butterflies and lived but three summer days - three such days with you i could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain" 

one word is a seed

from which many

could grow

thoughts spring

like weeds

from which i

could sow

wild rambling prose

or poems with

rhyme

but summer like

the rose

fades with time

 Rose

Weaving Desire

while you are sleeping
i weave you into my dreams
with thoughts of desire
♥ Rose