![]() The BouquetA Poem by CaseypowersTeardrops fall A smile lifts And now my weary roses Weep their heads Beautiful in the dying bow Petals drifting To ground below I went to throw them out today But I couldn’t For in the casting light Through windowpanes Waning sun With promise for night In my sights Colors of rainbow Sleeping winks Before the grave Takes them They pose like ballerinas I stop to smell Sweet rose death Beauty of swans Taking sips From windy ripples I decide to keep them another day To watch their way In the rising bright Cloaking like butterfly wings And the birds singing Oh, what will my roses Have to say then? © 2011 Caseypowers |
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