Pollen rising in
A collective mist
Ascending to heaven
In celestial waves and
With stems affected
Until the blossoms bow
They kneel with praise
Star-shaped cups and
The velvet petals --
God weeps with emotion
Overwhelmed by the beauty
Until the sky erupts
And His love reigns below
I touch the sharp thorn,
taste the trickling blood,
smell the coppery scent,
envision full bloom.
Can no longer see
glory of garden.
I say short prayer
for my love
who has perished.
The garden will die
and so will I.
blood flows -
Winter has come and beauty has died on the vine
Under my feet the sound of crumpled leaves
With my touch an old rose becomes nothing more than dust
The colours once vibrant have lost their hue
Awaiting a kiss from the sun
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Beyond the shade of graceful pines,
within stone walls of old design,
flower beds, dormant still,
deny demands that purpose fill.
When Spring- no, Summer! comes,
breathing grass and blossoms,
yearning fades to perfumed joy and petal days,
while fragrant vines, enchanted, climb
upon the trellis of a gardener's mind.
I've never really understood
The point of flowers.
They burst into sunset colors
Enjoyed for a while,
But wilt days later.
The lilies hold secrets
But never share them
Roses get cut
For a false love, which wilts
Sooner than the flower.
IT’S TIME FOR SPRING:)!
Smells & sweet fragrance,
Birds chirping in tree tops.
Sound of raindrops,
Children laughing and playing with their friends.
What a wonderful time. Weather-perfect for picnics. Only sad part- it's allergy time. Pollen can be somewhat annoying. But I wouldn't change a thing about this season. I love it!
Her secret garden
She stumbled upon a bed of pastel dreams
Of scalloped kisses
Twiddle on her skin
Only she can hear
Into honeysuckle droplets
She licks each silky petal bare
An Evocative musky odor
lingers in the humid air
Fertilize her garden.
Bleeding hearts waft into my nostrils
And I dance among destroyed roses.
Fingers grazing broken stems,
Hands sticking with nectary blood
Eyes clouded by barren pollen.
This garden was made for me,
But he destroyed it with a single word.
empty as the decisions that brought me here,
but scented sun dripped petals sweep me away
into the whispering song of velvet blooms,
ripe rosettes abound around every corner
thornless and silken, they guide my wandering,
as dewdrops leave trails on my softening soul,
full breaths, grasping low light beams
I lay down, close my eyes and
inhale the dirt. It
cleanses my lungs.
Jagged leaves tickle my skin, and
caress my cheek as they
catch my tears;
i'm blinded by the light
filtered through electrifying
lenses of oceans and
suns and valentines.