To The Endearing One

Of all the forgiveness I possessed

     In my tidy heart,

I could not purge myself of enmity

     In all the summers of my years;

I could not tend the blossoms that 

     Sprouted from the wilted soil within.

When winter kissed my cheek I pressed 

     The beauties in my leather book

To preserve the frozen garden 

     In verity for the pages of leaves. 

When they poked their tiny heads  

     In every revival of spring,

I pulled out my trowel the same as before,

     And rolled my apron up.

Reviews

[Audrey Howitt]

Your work is always so beautifully written. Classical in style--with a twist--like your ending line--

[JRB]

nice write, sweet read

Very classical, and excellently done!

[Coyote Poetry]

"When winter kissed my cheek I pressed
The beauties in my leather book"
So many strong statements in this poem. You write with a experience pen. So many visions create by strong words and emotion in this poem. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[joshua deathdealer]

Very nice...luv this.

[Inyourshadow]

Oh I love the pressing flowers part making a scrap book to remember better days may I suggest eves to leaves as it's another name for a page and keeps the nature metaphor flowing. I along with a joyful heart for signs of spring as English winters too cold and too long. The imagery of this poem is beautiful, keep em' coming

[~ Stefanie ~]

This is beautiful! The flow was perfect and I liked the font being in pink. It makes this piece unique. Great job!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Beautiful Hayley and I still feel each time I read your works that I am reading poetry of the old classics. Love it!

[Chris]

First we must live with our selves
to learn HOW to live with another.

You painted a telling portrait.