BLOOMING TENDERLY

Written by: nette onclaud



A swarm of whispers kisses my face Like tender blossoms, a full view; In morning’s bid, I find thrilled embrace Through good-bye romps as sunrise debuts On fragrant petals carousing dew. My eyes follow his parting tracks on wings As day rouses wisps of garlands’ crowns, Clusters of buds wheeze a mild buzzing To invite play, bouquets tap on ground Their hemlines sway, waltzing all around. When hours cling of delight, time endures And I breathe him as buds fondle my hands, But purple descends to weave sleep’s lure; Sadly, florets close as night expands Till he arrives, with roses on strands. For Francine Roberts'Contest Romance Me with English Quintains by nette onclaud 2 nov 2012