The Cardinal and the Rose

Cardinal, a bird of all seasons was seen flying in a cloak of feathers in flaming red and a small crest upon his head. He looked an enchanting sight, in the blue panorama of the sky amid curling clouds and blurring mist. As he soared, he was piping joyful melodies Suddenly he swooped down, into my little garden, where exotic flowers ooze out a rare fragrance, where I stood unseen inebriated, under the tiara of blossoms. The cardinal without second thoughts alighted on a tall growing rose bush where a red rose stood smiling, awashed in morning dew. Between them, there was a hushed whisper Is it the red color common in both that conjoined them in love all at once? With wind’s exciting whips and sunbeams’ sudden slips, I saw him kissing hard upon her dewy lips. In embarrassment, other flowers turned their demure faces away! Jan.8.2023 The Cardinal and the Rose Poetry Contest Sponsor- craig cornish