Blush of the Roses

Something hides this foggy day Out of reach and far away Impatience blooms, a woeful sing Of soft pastel, sweet breath of spring Where day will find red roses blooming Banish skies where dark clouds looming Blush of heather, birds are wheeling Skin of winter, shedding, peeling See not shadows, feel no rain Shed the secrets, shed my pain Foolish hearts, so restless weeping Hating thorns of winter keeping Where wishing wistful thoughts to soar Above the clouds, and rainbows o'er Where tree boughs bend with weight of fruit New blade of grass, so green to root Today cries bitter, north wind blowing Tomorrow blushes, roses growing