Rose Wind Poems

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a rose blossoms full
rejoicing rains, zephyr, sun
spring is at my door
...

Read More

Silent but Deadly (Written 2014)

In the heart of the nursing home where old folks stay,
Lived Erasmus, a man twinkling in twilight's array.
With a glimmer that...

Read More

I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

Read More

Spice tea is for me,  
hot with honey on a cold winter's day.  
Pretty pink rose cups,  
are filled to the top...

Read More

Life flies away like a leaf in the wind. 
Everything was so innocent back in childhood, like the clear blue sky. 

As we grow older,...

Read More

Shelves filled with all kinds of books,
will take a plain wall and make it pretty,
this makes real beauty for you and I.


Maybe some hot rose...

Read More

As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

Read More

I was a learned meteorologist, studying azure atmosphere and vivid weather,
To give a prophetic daily forecast, like bees gliding remote locales of heather.

Often I had...

Read More

A citrine leaf in lingered lilt
did savor breeze of sapphire whisk
as Autumn’s honey-secrets spilt.
A hopscotch star.. an ember brisk,

she sighed and fell— then took her...

Read More

a tender breeze blows through my wandering mind
as a song plays upon the dawn ......
a gathering of swirling leaves pirouette
as they bow toward the dew...

Read More

In the realm of dreams and gaiety
A rose blooms in my heart, glamour strikes with vivacity 
My stretched hand reaches to fondly pet the palm...

Read More

Gentling verses, like softly spoken dawns,
Pour out rhythms, releasing hungers,
Stirring hearts to breathe, restoring hopes,
Prayerful moments trembling,
Echoing, glistening shafts of heated praises,
Mysteries in shadows, embracing...

Read More

In a pretty rose garden we were having tea,                      the butterflies were kissing the flowers...

Read More

Turning tales of an empty road

Glass and mirrors

And

A rose...

Strolling alone I hear the wind

Although
a whisper from within

I can't bear this riddle

So,
I shake inside this puzzle...

Read More

“In the surge of love the transient beauty needs to be held 
close in heart lest it flies away in zephyr” – Quote by Poet


Joy...

Read More