Saturday, April 09, 2016

Six nine fifteen


So pretty this summer,
Flowers, regalia, blossom, music,
Stirrings of the deeper knowing,
Love has seen a day to shine.
Here on the green eventful seasons,
Came the rose of England,
Rowan berries ripe and juicy,
Captivating this heart of mine.
Delicate and sensual flower,
Power over the eyes beheld,
Wafted gently onto my mind,
So beautiful, and so on time.
Smiling like eternal summers,
Found in grace of wandering meadows,
I believe, in her tender touch,
Where comes my reason, so is the rhyme !