Rose Meadow

A meadow of roses...awash in colors, from pale pink to deepest crimson,
          lavender, pale yellow tinged in pink, to coral, silver and bronze.
With brick walkways that capture dappled sunlight, and are rinsed with rain.
          Perfumed air of roses, in morning's mist, casting a spell of enchantment.

May 1, 2023
for "Rose Meadow Poetry Contest"
by Julia Ward
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Daniel Avatar
May 4, 2023 at 2:12 AM
Lovely one, Ann:)
Dietrich Avatar
May 3, 2023 at 9:31 AM
Love the way you did this. i read a blog of Julia's and she makes it sound like she does not really want poems about actual rose meadows. I have seen SO many beauties written on rose meadows, but it's a shame. I think she is looking for metaphors or something.
Peck Avatar
May 3, 2023 at 10:24 AM
Well, I never know what she wants! :) She rejects my entries right and left, and I keep entering. I must enjoy hitting my head against the wall :)
Faulkner Avatar
May 2, 2023 at 7:51 PM
Your rose meadow is indeed enchanting, love 'dappled sunlight' and 'rinsed with rain' - hopefully I'll see some roses soon :)
Baker Avatar
May 2, 2023 at 3:28 PM
Nice imagery, Ann, seems like a nice place to visit. Good luck in the contest! A poet friend in Texas, Bill
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace