May 20, 2013
Dainty pink petals line her little hat,
As by the riverside the little girl sat,
In summer’s glow oh so mellow.
Folded cherub hands resting upon her cotton sundress yellow.
Bouquet of roses plucked, gathered and dropped asunder.
Eyes dipped low gazing into a world of wonder,
Silver fishes swim below darting through the waterweeds.
Bull rushes bob upon the breeze,
Nodding their fluffy heads their seeds to spread,
In light tufts they puff and sail.
Forgotten blossoms brief beauty lent,
With October wind’s cold kiss their stems spent.
Fall is upon them now,
Red and orange leaves tumble.
The maple sighs as everything dies,
For in frost the tender rose has fallen.
Blanketed now in Autumn’s gold.
Upon the granite her head rest,
As storm winds blow from the west.
Brown thorns remain as bloody blossoms splayed,
Where once summer’s children played.
Water’s voice vanished to naught but a silent trickle.
Winters’ ice has hidden the river’s flow from sight.
With heaven’s grace lay covered in a blanket of purest white.
But spring will come in heaven’s grace,
And once more the world will awake,
April’s warm rains take.
Tender tendrils spread,
Stretch sleepy budded heads,
As life returns in splendorous bliss,
With water and sunlight’s golden kiss,
From cold slumber grows,
The hardy briar rose.
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