Sunday, 2 March 2014

Hide in Myrtle Red


On the bridge of sighs
We took an image
With Winter Jasmine
signed a John Hancock
with Robert Browning



My heart season sealed like a snowdrop
Blooming in late winter

In an old script,
You wrote me:
Daphne is a nymph
blossoming in a garland flower
longing for a Spanish Scilla BlueBells

You wrote:
Dear is a Lily word
an antique gentle brushing Spring breeze
touching my soul

My soul rings in with magic
 Skating along delicate Magnolia trees
Timid like a black tulip, at times,
an Anemone Bulbs daring, at times

Wild  in March
and Mad all summer long
When June comes 
Crazed and violent
And I bide
a little Black Tulip 
 I hide 
With reddish Crape Myrtle
 Hide in Myrtle Red

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