First Blush

Pink Rose

Pink Rose (Photo credit: tallpomlin)

The first blush of summer there on the vine
Has opened her buds like hope for the day
We meet in true merriment, food and wine
And all of this bounty here on display
The days of dark winter fall to the past
The shadowy cowl withered and withdrawn
So here in such warmth our spirits are clasped
And from such bright sunlight lovers are born
The first blush of summer wakens the soul
She has her enticements, she has her role
The tree calls leaves as they yearn to be whole
The poet begins to sing and extol

Β© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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8 Responses to First Blush

  1. dorasnow says:

    ‘Has opened her buds like hope for the day’ – what a wonderful line! Sumptuous imagery in this poem. You’ve done well to pack vivid characters into only twelve lines πŸ™‚

  2. This poem contains so many beautiful images Helen, that foregoing of winter and the arrival of summer with so much hope and anticipation. Liked this one.

  3. This is so inspiring … thank you for sharing! I enjoy growing roses in my garden – I hope you stop by and visit my wordpress blogging friend! Bren

  4. Elaine says:

    Lovely Helen. Ahhh if it was only summer again in this hemisphere.

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