Pollen rising in

A collective mist

Ascending to heaven

In celestial waves and

Aromatic inebriation

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.

Knife slices,

blood flows -

lost garden

of love.

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.

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!

She stumbled upon a bed of pastel dreams

Lovely hues

Of scalloped kisses

Twiddle on her skin

Merriment thrums

Whispering secrets

Only she can hear

Harshness muted

Ecstasy condensing

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.