This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
In a single vase, a rose alone,
No spoken words intone,
But, could it speak, what prose
Would issue forth from this rose?
Surrounded by a snowy wealth,
Tightly nestled in baby’s breath,
Beauty and essence silently unfold.
Ageless message again retold.
Surrendering all, no questions why.
Muted beauty, silent to the eye.
Yet, could it speak real words, too:
“I’m love’s sweet token, just for you!”
Posted on August 14, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged autumn leaves, Beauty, emotions, Feelings, Love, poem, Poetry, prose, Rose, Thoughts, token, Truth, vase, words. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.