Friday, November 08, 2013



Elder flowers and crimson roses,
Send the scent, bound for noses.
I watch a line of yellow posies,
Beneath a shade the puppy dozes.

Could this be what our heart supposes,
Swaying poppies from wind that blowses?
Pushing out fragrance nature discloses,
Parting the sea of scent like Moses.

Learning ways to enjoy this scent,
And create a bounty without detrement.
Where paradise is known and meant,
From essences her beauty truly sent.

We take a sight that costs no rent,
And breathe the joy her wonders vent.
Acknowledging the aromas of all she lent,
Where we savour the scent of agreement...