Sunday, June 26, 2011

A Rose Abloom

A rose abloom this early day
its fragrance adrift my way
I catch its delicate bouquet
tomorrow it shall fade away
A thing so perfect, lovely, yea,
tomorrow it shall fade away.

A rose abloom this blessed morn
in the black of day 'twas born
the sight of me to, hence, adorn
to know its fate am I atorn
a thing so perfect, lovely, born,
to know its fate am I atorn.

A rose abloom at morningtide
at attention, dignified
colors yet the spectrum wide
fore'er its image will abide
a thing so perfect, lovely, eyed,
fore'er its image will abide.

A rose abloom this special dawn
mine eyes are fix-ed thereupon
across the dewed country lawn
o, but what phenomenon!
A thing so perfect, lovely, gone,
o, but what phenomenon!

Did you see it?
It was there!
It was there this morning while you were scurrying about!
You probably avoided it so you would not get poked by a thorn!
Are the thorns all that you notice about life?
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