Roses and Angels

They gleam the day sky,

red they are. 

With white and gracious come the wings. 

I have come to love these things, 

the beauty before me, the life. 

Glancing back at me, I see her beauty, I see her wings. 

Along the garden, crowds of roses compliment and encourage her. 

Cheering, yipping, and swaying do the roses. 

A chanting, a calling to her. 

The sun plays upon her hair, bringing out the true color,

the red. 

Slowly coming toward me, her eyes grow bright. 

Now closing in, the roses follow, stems swaying, thorns popping. 

The wind follows her movements, her pace. 

She now looks into my eyes, and mine in her eyes see the rose. 

Of all its beauty, inside of beauty herself. 

Reviews

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This is quite lovely. Seeing the nature of her beauty and her beauty in the nature. Very soft and sensual, dear poet.

[Spencer Barker]

Thank you very much! Your words are much appreciated. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Roses and Angels are a rare find in a long life.
"She now looks into my eyes, and mine in her eyes see the rose.
Of all its beauty, inside of beauty herself. "
The above lines perfect ending. Comparing nature to beauty. Allowed the reader to understand. Thank you Spencer for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Spencer Barker]

Thank you again, Coyote! Your kind words are always appreciated. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoy your work and you are welcome.

[Nisreen]

i see this as your pure admiration to a woman
and what a wonderful way to place her

and it could be just a rose

but it is quite beautiful

[Spencer Barker]

Thank you for your truly kind words. I am glad that you have seen my feelings through this short poem. This is a poem in which I wrote long ago, but one that I still feel I love, and just as much love as I felt for this woman. Thanks!