Mystic Rose Rose Poet Rhyme

Like a Rose, Getting Ready To Consign

Gentle as you are, you come uninvited but oh so quietly 
as your floral scents permeate you arrive bipinnately 
Invigorating every tree and garden full of parsley 
with evening's refresh breezing in succinctly

With futuristic birth that winter could not borrow    
you draw us in then gift us with tomorrow  
Sprigs of blooming life grow inside your yarrows 
insuring us with every shade of rainbow   
 
Calendar favored you are the in between season
ear marked for a very good reason 
renewed and refreshed you are a beacon 
without treason 

Gentle as you are Spring, you arrive just in time     
like a rose, getting ready to consign.

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Paige Hind March 21, 2023 at 9:37 AM Beautiful work!

Victor Buhagiar March 19, 2023 at 12:46 PM Yes, Spring is near. Hope I'll feel warmer.

Margarita Lillico March 19, 2023 at 12:32 PM It is as beautiful as a rose, Rose!

Yann Rolland March 18, 2023 at 9:43 PM nice penning, sweet words to welcome this young rose ? beautiful photography acompanying her have a good sunday yann

Daniel Turner March 18, 2023 at 8:04 AM Nicely penned, Rose. 3 more days officially and spring will be here. She has already made an appearance here but you Canadians were kind enough to send us another cold snap. She left and will return in a week or so. I enjoyed your poem this morning my dear Rose. Be well:)

Joseph P. DiMino March 18, 2023 at 6:28 AM "Gentle as you are Spring, you arrive just in time like a rose, getting ready to consign." Love it! Loving thought does indeed go out in the processing, preceding the gifted bloom. Lovely writing. Blessings.

Vijay Pandit March 18, 2023 at 5:57 AM I like the cheerful tone in wonderful vocabulary--With futuristic birth that winter could not borrow you draw us in then gift us with tomorrow... Well done, Vienna.