There's a rose in our garden
just by the front wall
which catches attention
to one and yes, all
as people will pause
to give it a smell
for its fragrance is lovely
as they can just tell
It's quite charming to see that
as they wander by
from my studio window
above them so high
and though they'll not see me
it is with a smile
that I watch them pause
by that rose for a while
By a first morning light
in the sunshine out here
I took a walk in the woods
whilst the skies were still clear
and there in the hedgerow
where late hawthorn grows
I found the delicate pink
of a lovely wild rose
So I paused as you would
to admire it a while
before resuming my wander
for another long mile
Back when it was purchased
with its buds not yet in bloom
I thought I’d save a picture
of it for the first of June
And now that day has come
and the summertime is here
I’m really pleased I waited
as its beauty is now clear
It’s name too has a purpose
and as the title above goes
We’re really looking forward
to more flowers from this rose
Like silk upon a summer breeze
soft pastel shades of pink
It’s beauty is beyond compare
or rivalry I think
The rose, our garden’s glory
mysteriously rare
Beauty that’s unparalleled
whenever it is there
An early rose on Mother’s Day
appropriately there
exuding beauty in its form
combined with love to share
Fragrance subtle, petals frail
A heart concealed, yet strong
with influence and calming
for an early springtime song
And matching this exuberance
through many smiles and tears
Is the lady who has been my strength
for fifty-seven years
As shorter days draw in
with colder climes and
a pale sun often hiding,
a white rose of Spring
reminds me that,
behind the curtain of winter
waiting there with bated breath
comfort awaits, next in line.
And it is only the shadow
of the winter chill that
keeps its warmth away from me.
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
Jemverse is life in words. Hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoy the writing...