We walked, holding hands, in a garden of riotous color
under a sun that showered everything in gold
Beyond late night in the city,
walking home in December fog,
not many left on the street –
it was Christmas Eve.
I daydream a lot about stupid impossible stuff –
the cute meet in the grocery store,
the handsome stranger stopping to help with a flat tire –
though it is said love magicked is doomed
i cloaked myself in my shawl of stars
I used to take gardening for granted – dig this up, move that, de-weed there, carry that. Did it all myself, with only major and heavy work undertaken by the gardener. It was easy. Now, not so…
How like a rose is love in progress made,
budding, then blooming in the sun’s caress
Spring – the eternal return –
has not failed us.
The world is blooming, greening up.
Flowers do in some tiny un-dying,
But they die to this un-dying,
laid down gently by the smaller
angels to this earth
where they merely nap
in their own becoming.
We call it death.
They need to cal…
you hide all your thorns as you dance
knowing they will be discovered soon enough
Glasgow people are the friendliest people in the world!
I know you, rose.
Like you, I am a late bloomer,
unfurling my gifts much later than expected.
*All unexpected in the spring appeared
Baskets of blossoms left at the back door, *
i paint a lot of roses and i don’t know why
they’re not even my favorite flower
born of raindrops sparkling through sun,
they say the gods and goddesses are dead.
I first bloomed in that garden so fair,
With a sweet smelling fragrance and beauty rare.
The perfect paradise created by God’s own hand
Where animals and plants lived in perfect harmony with man.
If you are truly passionate about what you do — you’ve got the drive. If you can focus daily on your dream or goal — then you’ve got the dedication.
Bloom on, bright beauty,
while the summer sun still shines
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