My beauty lasts but a short time and all I have, to you I give - My velvet blooms, capture in rhyme My beauty lasts but a short time Before rains make my death knells chime I hope I lived my cause to live My beauty lasts but a short time and all I have, to you I give. ~~~~ For dVerse's POetics: From Nature's Point of View
"By a voice he saith: Hear me, ye divine offspring, and bud forth as the rose planted by the brooks of waters.  Give ye a sweet odour as frankincense.  Send forth flowers, as the lily, and yield a smell, and bring forth leaves in grace, and praise with canticles, and bless the Lord in his works." (Ecclesiaticus, a.k.a. Sirach, 39:17-18)
I am a rose by the living waters
My roots reach deep into the river’s bed
My thorny arms reach out to the heavens
Angelic choirs descend from the heavens
their arms full of graces poured like waters
upon the earth. I quicken in my bed
Glorious is the sunrise warming my bed
Blessed are the rains sent by the heavens
This humble flower, my own Lord waters
Pure waters cleanse my bed to yield roses for the heavens.
You covered my hands with beauty you lifted the hopes of my soul while we walked down the altar to pledge myself to my love's call How nervous our steps were but you covered my hands with beauty concealed the trembling of my bones that a radiant smile eyes would see You witnessed new life being built by two hearts vowing to be one You covered my hands with beauty and thus enhanced their offering You are now but gossamer skin in the folds of my gown. To me No flower could be more precious- You covered my hands with beauty.
P.S. The above flowers are not the flowers referred to here. They were tulips that we picked out from a grocery store the night before our wedding. I would have loved to have roses but by then the roses have completely sold out because of Valentine’s Day.
I was told
– everyone has a perfect match
like a pot
with a missing lid
I just had to wait
for my match to be found
years and years I waited
still he did not come
I was told
– be the best you can be
perfect for the one you’re looking for
I did and still
he did not come
I was told
– be patient
– don’t settle
-perhaps you’re too picky
I stopped listening
I learned to be happy
as I am
when I was not looking
he came along –
a single e-mail
turned to long conversations
to mutual discovery
to love and love
to our commitment of a lifetime.
A bowl of daffodils by the window
Looking at the grey skies and falling snow
convey my prayers for a cheerful day
To frighten those sad winter ghosts away
That my heart may sing hymns and
Of the wonders that each season delivers.
Another winter storm just blew over. Today, we have sunny skies magnifying the whiteness of the ground. The ground, long deprived of snow, has now plenty of it. I guess, the rivers will be overflowing come spring time. And that is good.
Happy Monday to you, Friends.
Leaf peeling from stems
gliding freely in the air
butterfly in flight
tearing through a summer day
wings shimmering in the heat
When only autumn daisies bloom and the air reeks of rotting fungi when all the leaves there are are on the ground and beauty is hard to find when all the world is wrapped in frost and there's no warmth to have when all the breeze bears is a sombre dirge when all comfort has been stripped away and nothing else remains what are you?