Crimson In Sunshine or In Shadow

A vision, crimson  wave
full of laughter pushing through 
manor shore, stunning roses
in its beauties grace flew.

Yesterday not forgotten 
lay infectious from bottom blossom,
up like leaves in Autumn 
sun's shadow playing possum.

Fragrance braced the darkest
 harvest night with a tempest to rouse
liven faces of lace in this very placed 
time in space allows

Love of yesterday's grace, 
crimson harvest lay in drink
of the evening chill 
as it grows  misty in a blink


Copyright © Eve Roper 4/9/2018