Tag Archives: Rose

First Blush

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 … Continue reading

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Blackest Rose

This forsaken shore This brittle morn Where lives were lost And vows forsworn We count the cost Before the dawn Before the dawn Such flags were raised Such plans begun A birth betrayed Forgotten son And all our oaths Are … Continue reading

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The Gift

I took a gift to my sweet love And bid him merry meet A simple rose without a thorn I laid before his feet And he extolled my virtue pure And called me darling, sweet! My lover took me to … Continue reading

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The Rose

In the dream At a party We were friends Not foes An alternate Reality To the one We chose And thinking On this twist Do you Suppose That rather than The thorn You could have been The rose? (c) Helen … Continue reading

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