Red rose Red rose
Which is a sweet scent to the nose
So soft and smooth
It makes my heart move
Red rose Red rose
Which makes a good pose
That I like to hold
Red rose Red rose
Which the wind blows
As each day goes
Red rose Red rose
Which can tickle the toes
Red rose Red rose
Which grows and grows
It's my favorite kind
That it sooths the mind
Red rose Red rose
That it helps sooth my soul
When the red leaf falls
it echoes with pounding relief,
it sets itself free
from the barren tree...
When the red leaf falls,
the canyons cry
out their echoing, joyful
call from wall to wall
and the yellow wheat
in the valley below
blows a sigh of relief --
grief is blown from the exhaust
of every downtown truck
delivering pain and happiness
in echoing stutters and stops.
When the red leaf falls,
the walls of China crumble,
the ocean roars
and spits and spins
the howling winds,
like some pumped up balloon
that hasn't been tired,
being set free beneath
the blue-black sky,
speckled with fluff
of cotton candy clouds
from Montana to Madrid,
covering the continents with
blankets of blaring red
and gold passion...
The sun was setting
Casting red upon rippling clouds
Rippling like the sand
The sand upon the shore
When the tide is out
There it was a phenomenon
A star shining before the sun set
It was shining a radiant green
Up there in the Western sky
Right next to the setting red sun
One more moment of awe
One more reason to believe
Only a divine creator
Could do all these wonderful
Acts of nature for man to see
Red Rose, Red Rose
Which is a sweet scent to the nose
So soft and smooth
It makes my heart move
Red Rose, Red Rose
Which makes a good pose
That I like to hold
Red Rose, Red Rose
Which the wind blows
As each day goes
Red Rose, Red Rose
Which can tickle the toes
Red Rose, Red Rose
Which grows and grows
It's my favorite kind
That it sooths the mind
Red Rose, Red Rose
That it helps sooth my soul
Thump and flutter, scared me at first you see.
Again a flutter, flapping, what could it be,
Then as I peered at window above me,
What did my eyes look upon, oh golly gee?
Red bird upon the screen, was it a he or a she.
No matter of fact makes any difference to thee.
I grabbed my camera quick, before it could flee.
Zooming in with the lens, capturing it free,
Flittering, now still its tail spread outwardly.
Upon the flash, the red bird flew into a tree.
I quickly pressed buttons almost every key.
Hoping, I captured the red bird frantically.
I captured this redbird upon the screen easily.
Now I had proof of my midnight visit, truly.
This night, a beautiful red bird, visited quickly.
What purpose or sign did it have any physically?
No idea, maybe just a crazy red bird’s decree,
No matter what, it is a proven, real live story.
Autumn Leaves
September comes to gild the tree
And forest leaves are painted bold
When autumn in her splendour sings
In shades of red and burnished gold
They flit and flutter to the ground
Like butterfly or fairy wings
In shades of red and burnished gold
When autumn in her splendour sings
As one by one they drift and fall
Til multiplied ten thousand fold
When autumn in her splendour sings
In shades of red and burnished gold
And though her beauty is renowned
To falling leaves ‘tis death she brings
In shades of red and burnished gold
When autumn in her splendour sings
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Gently sinks the sun
below the West horizon
staining the sky red
Then, as the night flows
blending the color palette
from fire red to deep violet
The colors between
more beautiful than fine silk
Soft as deep velvet
One by one come stars
For a brief moment, a hush
bringing nights sweet peace
I found a red barn in the forest
quiet and still
the door ajar to darkness
I walked through soft thicket
through red rotted door frame
And into the peace of total silence
Though the birds chirped
notes
through my ears
Last roses of summer
clinging to bare branches
Apple tree, bereft of leaves and fruit
raising its arms in mute beseechment
waiting for spring
Grass still green
smothered with layers of colorful leaves
Spots of red here and there, smoke tree
and euonymus still flaunting their colors
for awhile
Holly tree coming into its own
with variegated leaves and bright red berries
Winds will come
all remnants of summer swept away
too soon
In this mild clime, no snow to cover
the immodestly bare
Decidious trees once so proud
shivering in their nudity
deserted by birds
Tall evergreens
sentinels guarding this graveyard of summer
holding their own against the railing wind
brave soldiers anchoring the earth
'til winter surrenders to sweet spring
once more
Honorable Mention
Red leaves adorn your shapely trunk
Smaller, knarled, leaning slightly shrunk
Soon your leaves will fall coating the earth
With a layer that wil be able to birth
Little seed that have fallen down from trees
Will the squirrels and chipmonks let them be
Or store them away deep within the ground
Surely some will survive and roots then abound
During winter cold, red berries are fully exposed
These are your crowning glory like the crown posed
On his head and blood ran down red to save the dead
Then soon your white and purity will be seen
In the flowers that are sprinkled in the forest in spring
Flowers that grace your knarled leaning dwarfed green
Rosy red rose
Bedded in their Rosy red bed
With the other Rosy roses
And their Rosy red heads
All these Rosy red roses
With their Rosy red petals
And their greenly greened leaves
In natures soil settle
Oh Oh, there are different colours of Roses, humph
Bluest blue rose
Under a bluer blue sky
With their bluing blue petals
Make me want to sigh
Hey stupid, there are more than two colours, sighs
All the lovely coloured Roses
Bedded in their earthy beds
All these lovely Roses
So beautiful, it has to be said
With their greenly greened leaves
And their browning green stems
With their thorny thorns so sharp
So gorgeous all of them
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In a forest clearing
Floats a long haired girl
Flame red dress
In this misty world
At her fingertips
A fairy so white
In this misty clearing
Shining so bright
A small deer
Walks with her
As if to turn
To confirm she's there
In the morning i wake
From my slumbering sleep
I open my tent
As if to seek
Will i see, a long haired girl
Floating along, wearing a flame red dress
Or was i in another world
I can only guess
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Red leaves in the
fall, such a wonderful
site it is, fall
comes and goes,
but the memory of
a red leaf, stays
with you.
As I sit here by
clear creek, which
is more empty than
before.
Goodbye red leaf,
so long clear creek,
what a beauty,
such a red leaf.
wrote 10-5-07 at Lowell ponds
Today at Lowell ponds,
found a red rock,
just lying there
all alone.
If this rock could
speak what tales
it would bring
to me.
Ages before anyone,
were on this
earth, this old
rock was here.
Will keep red
rock for a memory,
of this day I
saw the beauty,
for my eye to behold.
wrote 9-28-07 I still have the red rock that i found at Lowell ponds almost one year ago.