Behind the Hawthorn
It peeks
from behind the hawthorn
with serenity it glows,
abundantly bright
a radiant red staring
directly off to the sun
pristine it's pull
calling out
a romantic prose
winds dance within
this her rose
stirring and stunning
insurmountable
seduction at hand
daylight bows to her
shadows tantalize
slowly moving
in and out
of sight
long before
the beds are full
her delicate bud
excitingly blooms
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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